Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think of is hockey.
Hockey. Hockey. Hockey.
I’m so fortunate to have ended up where I am. And by a conversation that I had not long ago, I was inspired to reflect: how – and why – did I get here?
And there are a lot of reasons. So I guess I’ll go way back and start from there.
As soon as I learned to write back in kindergarten, I knew I wanted to be a writer. I’d go through countless notebooks and sticky notes, and when I couldn’t find those, I turned to pieces of Scotch tape and stick them around my house.