When I turned 30, I got my beloved Siberian cat, Charlotte, for my birthday. She fit perfectly into the cat-sized hole I’d carried in my heart since childhood.
When I turned 31, I got my dream harp, a Thormahlen Serenade named Rhoswen. Another dream I nearly gave up on just before it came true.
The following year was difficult, as I watched my Abuela’s health decline. It broke my heart to see her so changed. So ill and frail. But in the midst of brokenness, God painted a silver lining. Just before I turned 32, I flew to Florida with my smaller harp, Nightingale, and played at my grandmother’s bedside. She passed the following February. I saw her only once more, on the day she passed. That April trip was the last time I got to play for her on this side of Heaven.
A few months after Abuela passed, I turned 33. On that birthday, I privately self-published my first book, a children’s fairy tale I wrote for my niece. I imagined Abuela smiling from Heaven. After all, I owe my writing gene to her.
This Friday, I turn 34. I know Abuela is smiling again, because I got a literary agent for my birthday. Yesterday I signed with the Books & Such Literary Management agency. My literary agent is Cynthia Ruchti, and I am deeply honored to be represented by such a kind, skilled, precious soul.
Now I wonder…what will the future hold for me? What will it hold for you? I hope you will walk with me through life’s journey so we can find out together.
Remember…if my impossible dreams can come true, so can yours. ❤
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