My Story


Who is S. Ann Comte?

Let’s see if I can figure it out.

Sara Butterfly

A little girl I met in Korea once asked me what I want to be when I grow up. I replied, “An author.,” of course, and asked her the same question. “A butterfly,” she said matter-of-factly without lifting an eye from her coloring. Of course. Why not? If you can be anything, why not a butterfly?

Maybe someday I’ll have the same attitude and understanding of the universe as that little girl and strive to be a butterfly (나비). For now, I’ll settle for an author (저자), a writer (작가).

I feel that to truly understand who I am, you must know my history and why I started this blog.

Writing has been my dream since, well, I can’t remember. In grade school I stayed in from recess just to finish a story. I “played” writer for fun on my own and put together the best stories I can’t remember. I even went to college and studied creative writing. Writing was my dream.


I got sidetracked. I became a business woman, working in marketing communications. Not a bad thing. I found some pleasure in it. I loved the analytical and creative thinking involved in the everyday giant projects. But I wasn’t living up to myself. I lost who I was. And I soon found myself suffering from anxiety attacks due to the stresses and pressures of work. I also was not taking care of myself—by body, my mind, my emotions, my spirit—and I struggled to find ways to do so while remaining sane in my stress-filled days. And my social life… what was that?

I didn’t realize there was a problem until it got really bad and I scared my amazing, wonderful, supportive husband, Chef Scott, with a crazy breakdown. Seeing how bad things had become, he told me to quit. Scary! But I listened to his kind, worried words and put in my two week’s notice immediately.

And then came the hard part. Now what? What do I do? I knew I couldn’t go back to work. At least not yet. I needed to heal. I needed to figure out what I really want. And honestly, I didn’t want to do what I was doing anymore.

It took time and encouragement from my husband to realize my dream again. I have always wanted to write but have not allowed myself that pleasure, always making excuses that I was too tired or didn’t have enough mental energy to be that kind of creative.

We had a bunch of life changes that happened all at once, including selling our house and our business, putting adoption on hold, moving to a new state, and so much more. These were crazy, crazy life changes that have led me to this amazing journey I am now on, one that Chef Comte and I both believe will lead to greater things for us, for our personal endeavors, dreams, and goals, and for our family ambitions.

I started this blog years ago with the desire to write more. I revamped it many times and contributed posts every few months. But I never felt like it was in a good, honest place. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with this writing space… until now.

This blog is all about what is important to me. I write for me, mostly, and hope anyone who stumbles across these digital pages will find encouragement, strength, and enjoyment in my writings.

What’s important to me? My family, my pup, my writing, my health.

I want my writing to be honest and simple. I want it to provide a sense of empowerment to my needy, shy, awkward, imperfect self. I want it to remind me that I am beautiful, I am strong, and I can do and be anything. 

So that’s what it is. A place I can write about my life and my family, share discoveries about my health—mental, physical, spiritual, and emotional, share my creative writings, and impart some random musings. My goal is NOT to provide tips or directions but to talk about what works for me—just simple and honest and empowered.