Taking Things One Step at a Time.

For everyone who will read this, I hope you all have dreams that you reach for each and every day. For me, I have many. Some may seem more realistic than others, however, I strive for each one and plan on one day being able to say I made these few dreams become a reality.

From the time I was in middle school I was fascinated by the crazy imaginations that novelists acquired. They seemed to create magic with a simple click of the computer keys. When I was a freshman in high school I realized my dream of one day being an author and having the same kind of artistry as the writers I came across through their literature. I remember in one of my classes in high school, the students had to write out ‘what you would become if they could never fail,’ I instantly wrote out becoming an author with no hesitation. Of course everyone else in my class had a more elaborate idea–being an open heart surgeon, becoming president, or a professional poker player–but I had my heart set on one idea.

As I became older and neared my senior year, I often was asked ‘what do you want to do when you grow up?’ I was nervous to reply because how many students want their career to be writing books for the rest of their lives? I didn’t know what I was going to do if my parents told me my career choice was one they wouldn’t approve of; my parents approval meant everything to me.

Finally, when my mother and father came up to me one day while I was studying for class they asked, ‘have you thought about what you would want to major in when you start college in the fall?” I mustered up the confidence and replied, ‘yes, I’d like to study creative writing.’ Of course that answer wasn’t detailed enough for them and so they asked, ‘how will you use that degree?’ So now I really had to tell them. How would they react to their daughter wanting to write instead of being a business-person like my brothers?

After a ruffle through the papers in front of me, I slowly looked up while saying ‘I want to be a writer.’ They paused for a second before asking ‘what kind of writer?’ I told them about my longtime desire to be an author. I told them about Charlotte Brontë and F. Scott Fitzgerald and how I wanted to create lasting narratives like them. I told them about the classes I could attend and how I could work another job in the meantime in order to stay afloat, and what schools I was already interested in that offered creative writing as a major.

Needless to say, I stunned my parents. They weren’t shocked at my major choice, or by the fact that I actually enjoy English classes, but instead shocked that I had everything planned out without telling them squat. They just looked at me and said ‘well it looks like our work here is done.’ That was the most amazing few words I’ve ever heard my parents say. They actually approved of my life and how I wanted to live it. For so long I had to deal with the disapproval of my parents and coping with the ideas that they had something else in mind. But now they feel like they lead me in the right direction and stand by my choices. They didn’t mention anything that had to do with the amount of money I could make off this degree and career, only how they could help me get there and support me along the way.

In that moment I felt a true connection with my parents as an adult. It was like the chains were lifted and I was now living my own life. I’ll admit, it left me paralyzed at first, but I’m learning the ways of being a free thinking adult. And now I continue down this path, one step at a time.


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