A Bizarre Story of How I Became a Writer

Instead of a rock star

Iva Ursano
Oct 4, 2020 · 4 min read
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Growing up I remember always wanting to be a hairstylist. I would comb my Barbie’s hair for hours. I would give her braids and all kinds of fun styles. Then I remember having just a doll head (it was like 8" high) on a stand and I would play with her hair for hours too.

I practiced my hairstyling skills on my then best friend “Sally” (not her real name). After one bad bang trim her mother called me a ‘screwball’ and told her never to play with me again. Ah well. Back to my doll head.

I loved everything about hair.

Until one day I was sure I was going to be a rock star. I loved singing and dancing (what teenager didn’t?) and would picture myself on stage in front of tens of thousands of raving fans.

According to wikiHow, it only takes 4 steps to become a rockstar. Surely I could have pulled it off.

When one of my sisters told me I couldn’t sing I realized that dream wasn’t going to happen. Back to hair.

I was in and out of post-secondary school for over 20 years (I kid you not) trying to find ‘my thing’. I did become a hairstylist, finally, but that didn’t happen until my early 30’s. I tried banking, I was a Correctional Worker, I worked for the government, I was a Personal Trainer, I was a waitress/bartender, I’m a Feng Shui Practitioner.

I was a lot of things. But never a writer.

Oh, I wrote. But mostly personal private stuff. You know, like in my diary. I wrote in a diary (though I guess they’re called journals now) right up until the age of 30. I kept all my diaries right from when I was 13 years old.

I kept them all until a woman I was in a relationship with found them and made me destroy them. More about her in another article. I had to burn over 15 years of memories. It killed me. I still remember that feeling like it was yesterday.

Writing was my therapy. My diaries were my best friends. They all had names. My diaries were my safe haven. A place where I could pour out every single ounce of me, freely.

As I got older, my writing skills improved. I used writing as a way to communicate my feelings to my boyfriends, friends, and family. I have a hard time expressing my feelings in person so I would write them out.

When I write, no one can interrupt me or make me feel bad for how I feel. I don’t have to argue or fight. I can just give them the letter and walk away. Cowardly? I don’t think so. It just works better for me that way.

But I never wanted to be a writer. To be honest, the thought never once crossed my mind.

How it all happened is still a bit of a blur to me. I remember starting a Feng Shui website to promote my services. For those of you who have no idea what Feng Shui is this article will help!

I would write blogs on how to use Feng Shui and the amazing benefits of it. I believe that was back in 2011. I was still cutting hair and running this website/business on the side.

A few years had passed and I was starting to write more inspirational stuff too. I had just left my abusive relationship and was on a major life overhaul. My Feng Shui blog turned into a Self Help blog. I was still only doing this on the side while cutting hair and then…

I was getting tired of my life in Canada, especially the winters. I so desperately wanted to live somewhere it never snowed. That was always a dream in a cloud bubble over my head.

I started giving this dream some serious thought. How could I possibly make this happen? Freelancers live this life. Become a freelance writer Iva. You can do it. You’re pretty good at writing. Give it a shot and see what happens.

What happened?

My whole life underwent a massive overhaul and I became a full-time writer. First for clients as a ghostwriter and now mainly for myself over on my website.

As I sit here and write this now, I still can’t believe this is my life. How did this happen?

I can make this a super long and convoluted article about exactly how it did happen but that’s not really the point of this.

The point is…

Life is full of twists and turns. It’s almost impossible to ‘plan’ out your life because things change, you change. This year you could be a successful accountant, making good money and liking your job and then next year, a switch gets flicked and suddenly you fucking hate everything about your life.

Nothing is permanent.

The life you have today is probably very different from the life you had 5 years ago and in 5 years it could all change again.

But you have to stay open-minded. You have to be open to chasing dreams and embracing change. You have to let go of the thought that things ‘will always be this way’ because they won’t.

I never once wanted to be a writer, but here I am now, pouring out my heart and soul to you guys every day. Inspiring and motivating people with my blogs on my website and my inspirational quotes posters on my Facebook page.

Who knows what I’ll be doing in 5 years.

Life has a funny way of changing things for us. Don’t resist it. Accept each change and twist and see where it takes you. You just might be pleasantly surprised.

I love you ❤

Peace and Love

xo iva xo


How to be your best self.

Thanks to George J. Ziogas

Iva Ursano

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Self help Guru|Expat|Website: https://amazingmemovement.com/ mini self help eBook series here: https://books.amazingmemovement.com/


Make tomorrow better today.

Iva Ursano

Written by

Self help Guru|Expat|Website: https://amazingmemovement.com/ mini self help eBook series here: https://books.amazingmemovement.com/


Make tomorrow better today.

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