January 21, 2016

Jan. 21

I cannot sit still. I am restless. I have come to be on very good terms with myself, my aspirations, my passions, dreams, desires. I have found this: my dream has changed immensely from when I was younger. I used to want to get married in my early 20s, have 5 children, live in a big house in the burbs, and live the “American Dream”. I wanted to be a doctor, or more practically a nurse since I have so many children and would need to raise them to be good people and mend them because if they are my offspring they’re bound to be clumsy. I long to help people, in any way I can. Towards the end of high school and early college, my body and mind started changing, I almost couldn’t keep up. I turned to writing as a way to sort through the complexities and understand my thoughts. This planted a seed of creativity inside of my mind, one that has blossomed and grown and taken over my entire existence. I realized I didn’t have to cure people or save their life in order to help them, I could simply touch their soul through inspiration, friendship, laughter, stories, experience, my words, my kindness. I became a raconteur longing to explore the world. To revel in the marvel as I embraced new cultures, tasted new foods, shook the hand of a stranger of a different color, cried at beautiful landscapes I may have never seen. I am daring. I am bold. I cannot sit still.