A few years ago I started writing my ebook called “From Socialite to the Mob”. At the time I felt it was my life story.
Here we are a few years later and I still haven’t completed chapter one of the book. After uncovering old emotions, it was too painful. The memories and flashbacks were too real & emotional.
Now I’m kind of glad I didn’t write the book yet because there is so much more to the story. This was just a portion of my life, my life has changed tremendously since my younger days.
Maybe one day I’ll write the full biography, but for now I’m still adding up more chapters. It’s amazing how throughout the years, the chapters change and evolve. If you do it right, no two chapters are the same.
I still plan to write “From Socialite to the Mob” but it certainly won’t be the final chapter; more like an introduction. I’ve learned & grown so much over the years. Though sometimes a gift and sometimes a curse, ironically those days are what made me who I am and hope to be.
What about you? What would your life story be called? I’m still coming up with a new name, I guess only time will tell.
Let me know in the comments.