Learning to live out loud in my second half wasn't originally my goal, but it happened anyway. I pretty much spent a lifetime fluffing the pillows in my cushy comfort zone. But all that changed four years ago when I took a chance as the empty nest began to creep up on me. Fueled by hysteria and impulse I decided to pursue my first love ... writing.
There are usually two inspirations for great inventions: 1) The Epiphany, where a brilliant idea appears seemingly out of nowhere in our consciousness (and if we're smart, we'll write it down and figure out a way to make it happen), or 2) The Inspiration, where we meet or listen to someone, or witness an event that fires us up sufficiently that we just can't get the idea out of our minds.
Need inspiration? Take a page from the young high school graduates and it will remind you of something we all need more of - a degree if innocence, optimism, belief and adventure... We, as adults, have lost sight of the wonder, the hopefulness, the vision and the world of opportunity that we once looked through the lenses of when we were younger.
When I left a career in academia to pursue humor writing, there were plenty of outspoken and silent skeptics questioning my motives. Why would a 40-something woman with a Ph.D. (and a clinical psychologist at that) walk away from a steady paycheck? What kind of woman, after years of training and building a résumé in science, would shift gears and pursue a future in comedy? The answers were simple.