What did you want to be when you grew up? A Fireman? A Nurse? A Policeman?  A Superhero?

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a Rock Star!

Growing up in the middle of the cornfields of Nebraska, in a town like Mayberry, where you might find Sheriff Taylor, Aunt Bee and little Opie, being a rock star or a movie star, or just living in California was just not realistic.  Those things just existed in the movies and on TV. Back in those small towns you’re expected to go to college or take over the family business, which was usually a farm, get married and have kids with a son to carry on the family name.

My mother died on Christmas day when I was 8 years old and my sister was 5. We were raised by my father, a high school Math teacher, and I wanted to be a teacher, just like him. I loved writing on his chalkboard and playing ‘school’ with the neighbor kids. I got my teaching degree from the same college he went to, and got my first job, much to my father’s chagrin, at Fred Astaire Dance Studio!

I loved dancing, and being on stage kind of felt like being a rock star. I loved teaching and seeing how it made people feel physically, how it gave them confidence and made them smile.  I also noticed how much money people paid for dance lessons!  Another instructor and I moved back to my college town, and at age 22 I opened my first business, Ballroom Reflections Dance Studio.

Owning a business is also a little like being a rock star.  You’re in the public eye and people look up to you. After a while, I guess I realized I should probably use my teaching degree and make my father happy, so I sold my business to my partner, and, believe it or not, I got my first teaching job in Palm Springs, California!

I didn’t give up dancing, though, I began teaching line dancing at a local night club where I met the person who was to become my future husband…he was, you guessed it…a rock star!

OK, so he wasn’t really a Rock star when I met him, he was in a band in Palm Springs, but he was very talented and had big dreams.

I quit my teaching job, moved closer to Los Angeles, and began living our lives around the music business…It was a lot of fun!   I gave up my teaching career to focus on making his dreams of becoming a ‘real’ Rock star come true…back stage.

After 13 years together, he decided to end the marriage which left me devastated.  Right about then I was hit by a truck, in more ways than one.  A terrible car accident left me in a hospital bed, thinking I had no friends. I had no Identity because I was known as ‘the musician’s wife’, my dreams had left with him, and I felt lost and alone.  I opened my eyes to a room full of people who were there because they cared about ME!  It was that moment that changed my life. Everything that I had experienced, was the BEST thing that could have ever happened!

During my year of recovery at age 44, my jaw wired shut, walking with a cane to my daily physical therapy, I found myself with an empty bank account. I had a big decision to make…I could give up or make the choice to be the Rock star I always wanted to be!

Fast forward to today…I’m 54 years old and I have built a successful business all by myself. I am now ready to make another life change.  I have found a passion for inspiring people through writing, speaking, and coaching.  I want to spend my life inspiring people and encouraging them to see their life challenges as amazing opportunities!

I guess I needed to get hit by a truck to realize that I should have never given up my dreams of becoming a Rock star.  I may not be wearing spandex and dancing and singing on stage with a band, but I can still be a Rock star… inspiring others to become anything they want to be and to never give up on their dreams, no matter how crazy they may seem!