MAMA MERMAID

Trolling the internet this week I found an amusing open letter to Carrie Bradshaw. Self-employment through writing has always been something I deep-down have always wanted with all my heart ever since I picked up the pen and started down this path in middleschool.

I have fond memories of sitting down to watch Sex & the City with a glass of wine and a couple friends. While I'm very much a Miranda (type-A personality, sarcastic and terribly blunt) I admire Carrie. And who wouldn't? Going to parties and sipping cosmos in a cute dress at night, lunch dates in manolo's by day all the while getting paid to write about my fabulous life. Please girl, sign me up!

Sometimes I get whisked away with my pipe dreams of getting out of the Navy, throwing caution to the wind and packing a suitcase with a one-way ticket to NYC. But I'm no Carrie, nobody's knocking on my door to ask if I will write for Vogue (...yet) and these days I am busy changing diapers & not my hairstyle. Success just isn't as easy as putting on a chanel dress, no matter how simple Miss Bradshaw makes it look. But who's to say writing isn't in my future? It's certainly in my present. Who knows but I'm gonna enjoy the ride!