From the Writer

I still have one of the very first books I ever wrote. Covered in red ink from my grade 2 teacher, Mrs. Cummings. I wanted to do better. But instead, I would spend my young years writing in private. Afraid everyone could see my lack of talent in something I loved so dearly. In my eyes, everyone loved writing and there were plenty of people far more talented than I could ever be. Not a realistic career choice for some who could hardly find their own words beneath the red ink covering the pages.
Not a real job.
Not a real possibility for me.
Instead, I dedicated the next 20 years of my life trading time for money without really ever considering the worth of my gifts as a creator. Yet, somehow, each job I had, writing would find me. I became the go-to person for process documentation, crafting an important internal email, staff communications, and so on. It appeared outside of work too; a resume for a friend, a wedding speech for a maid of honour, a script, a speech, an obituary.
In 2017, writing found me in a profound and forever changing way. I created a marketing agency with my closest friend, Cait. She said she needed me to write.

I told her, “I can’t”.

She calmly said, “Yes you can. Words are your superpower.”

For the next 2 years, I wrote marketing material for a wide variety of clients. Social content, blogs, newsletters, website content, PR communications, advertising copy, onboarding documents, process and orientation manuals, and so much more.

But I was called to grow again.

Learning to write for me, and not just for my clients, was a huge step in my career and personal growth. Finding the time between parenting four young kids and being a full-time entrepreneur left very little in the way of ‘free time’. But that’s the kind of shit every closet writer says, isn’t it? It became clear that I needed to integrate all parts of myself into one whole being. To let my work and my writing and parenting and every bit of myself out into the world. Segmenting myself into digestible, approachable bits just isn’t something I’m willing to do anymore. Rather than splicing myself to fit into the roles I had created in my life, fearful of letting them touch each other, my writing will bleed into every facet of my being.

Because goddammit, I’m a writer. Always have been.

I write, work, and parent from Calgary, AB with my dreamy partner. We are raising two incredible girls who remind me every single day, that if I’m persistent enough, I can do whatever the hell I want.