Writing was one of my many abandoned careers before I decided to quit my last job, give up my highly coveted--albeit tiny--rent-stabilized studio on the Upper-Upper East Side of Manhattan, and enlist in the Army. I wouldn't say I always had a passion for writing. It was more like a compulsion to write. I had this compulsion most of my life, and before the birth of my son, I was an obsessive journaler. After college I managed to eek out a living as small newspaper reporter and newsradio writer, but I found that trying to make money writing took the joy out of doing it. Working in a newsroom following the events of September 11th led to further frustration as I increasingly felt a growing need to do more, to contribute more. Ironically, most people are drawn to journalism because they feel it's a career path where they can make a difference in the world, but for some reason, for me, it just never felt like enough. So I left the land of news and retreated back to the university where I immersed myself in the world of math and physics (a world I miss very much) until I finally mustered up the courage to answer the calling I had to become a soldier. After the most amazing journey of my life, which took me all the way to Iraq and back, I left the Army to get married and raise a family. My journey into motherhood has been every bit as amazing and challenging as my journey onto the battlefield, but sometimes it leaves me feeling a little disconnected with the outside world where I once felt so engaged. I'm new to the world of blogging, but I'm hoping that, paradoxically, it will help me feel reconnected to the world outside myself again. My even greater hope is that some reader of my blog will find something I share here relevant to his or her own life in some way, however big or small.
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