Over the past two years, I am amazed at how much I have changed. There are times when I really find that hard to believe. But when I look back, I am amazed by the lessons that I have learned here at La Verne. I do not think I could have learned such lessons if I had attended another school.
Just to assure everyone, this is not a column on the movie "Someone Like You." This is about dealing with the men who shoot in and out of my wild life and the perils of rejection.
Ever since I was young, the writing bug bit me and I have been writing from that moment on. But the truth is that sometimes it is not always easy. I have been coming down occasionally with the worst disease that anyone who loves to write comes down with: I am a victim of writer's block.
When I found out that my friend Kirsten was dating a close friend of ours, I remember thinking to myself, how did she get so lucky? I mean, this is a woman who had plenty of warnings to give me about the opposite sex. Now here she was, dating a really great man who worships the ground she walks.
All my life, my mother made me feel that if I had any problems in my life, I should keep them all to myself. There was no such thing as confiding in anyone, so if I had a problem, I was the only one who had to deal with it. So for the longest time, I was very emotionally closed up.
When I was a little girl, I used to dream of being a fashion designer until I realized that I could not draw or design anything worthwhile. Then my energy led me to the road of writing. I can still remember my third grade teacher encouraging me to write whatever it was that I wanted. At the time, however, I had no clue that writing would be the thing I would live for.