Dreams, Detours & Drama: The Making of Me

“I never planned to write an autobiography, but life—being the mischievous storyteller it is—whispered, ‘Why not?’”

Life has a funny way of unfolding. One moment, you’re a child dreaming of grand adventures, and the next, you’re an adult wondering how your biggest thrill of the day was finding a matching pair of socks. As John Lennon wisely put it, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” And oh, did I have plans!

I was supposed to be a doctor, walking around in a crisp white coat, diagnosing complicated cases with a knowing nod. Instead, I found myself in a medical field that didn’t require a stethoscope but demanded equal amounts of patience. Life, my dear reader, is the original plot twist machine.

Then came marriage—a chapter filled with love, laughter, and the occasional debate over the “right” way to load a dishwasher. Motherhood? That’s where my patience truly got tested. Picture this: A calm woman sipping tea while her child dramatically announces they’re “bored” five minutes after returning from an amusement park. Yep, that’s me. “Silence is golden… unless you have kids. Then it’s suspicious.”

Between chasing dreams, dodging flying toys, and attempting to balance work, family, and stolen moments of self-care, I discovered the secret sauce of life—gratitude, resilience, and an unshakable sense of humor. Every failure was a lesson, every struggle a stepping stone, and every little victory proof that I was doing just fine.

So, dear reader, as you turn these pages, ask yourself: If your life were a book, would you want to read it? If not, it’s never too late to rewrite a few chapters.