I always dreamed of being a writer when I was young.
I sometimes pictured myself wearing a monocle (why?), drinking cup after cup of strong coffee (ew!), whilst hunching over a typewriter (um, hello, technology?!) and writing THE STORY of a lifetime.
I dreamed that the keys would be clickity-clacking under my fingers, as I wove tale after wondrous tale, with only my mind and the desire to not have to wear pants in an office, to sustain me.
But it always felt like just that. Like a dream, I mean.
And not at all like something I could REALLY do as a responsible adult.
Adults had to talk about spreadsheets and profits and other such eye-dryingly boring things.
So I ignored my dream.
Instead, I went to uni to complete a degree that kinda just confused me, and then headed into the workforce to try and find a job that would light me up like a Christmas Tree in the middle of Federation Square, in December.
'Twas hard. Much-o tired. It not happened-e-o.
That led me to spending at LEAST a thousand years working in sales and marketing (okay shush, it was more like 16 years, but who the frick is counting) for some incredible brands, both nationally and globally. And although some of the brands I worked for were RIDICULOUSLY exciting, I was never truly happy.
Nope. Instead, I found myself insanely stressed out from huge workloads and loooooong hours with little reward or acknowledgment, and I realised that my job was causing me to miss way too much time with my teeny-tiny scream-y children. Which, in hindsight, may actually have been a blessing. Let's be honest. Jokes. #CanYouSpeakUpMyEarsHurtFromTheLittleYellersWhoWouldntStopYelling. Sigh.
However, as time went by, I realised just how much I still loved words. And how much I STILL harboured the secret dream of being a monocled, coffee drinking, hunched-over writer.
So, you guessed it. I started a blog. I wrote about motherhood, my insane children, about life with my husband who is made up almost entirely of his own beard, about my fears and my hopes in life.
And I told some bloody good stories along the way.
Ps. Check my stories out over at www.ellynshepherd.com.au
I love the way words are able to transport people somewhere else, and I LOVE the way they can make others feel. Words hold such power. Words can bring us together, influence us, and make us feel connected and heard. They can make us feel happy when we are sad, and they can uplift us and motivate us to be more than we have ever thought we could be.
Yep, words are Powerful AF.
And one day, after an intense conversation with a group of wonderful friends over cake and coffee (because that is where the worlds best business strategies are created, right?), I realised that I could do MORE than just write for my blog.
I could help others. Holy Moly.
I could use the power of words to showcase other people's businesses and inspire their customers.
I could create copy for their brands, that could make them stand out from a sea of sameness.
And flying fudge, I could create the life I have been wanting for myself and my family.
One that is flexible, happy, stress-free, and where I can be present in every way I am needed to be. *fist pumps the air in happiness and satisfaction*
And after a bucket-load of study and knowledge growth, that is what I have done ever since.
Yes, friend, I am a copy writer.
I am home. I am pumped. And I am here to help you.
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