I knew it would happen. I just didn’t know when, and sometimes the elusive when can really mess with one’s mental health.
But when the when comes, the waiting for when is made very, very worth it, though my own personal when looked very different than I had imagined it would for the last eight years…
It looked like me, at a ‘troubled youth’ conference up a snowy canyon, under lovely, gray skies.
It looked like me, being inundated with information regarding trauma-based care….
It looked like me, checking my email after every session, and keeping my ear tuned to my text chime…
BECAUSE
On this day--this May 8th day-- my dreams were coming true via my inbox. Via a text from my agent. Via the MAGICAL number 8.

And that is how dreams come true on a dreamy day in a dreamy way.
Thank you, Ma6 8th and MAGIC 8, Georgia McBride and Swoon Romance, for making me an author!
