In my closet sits a box.
Inside is a tattered folder that fills it’s space.
The sides have long since burst from the pressure of pages and pictures, its order lost years ago.
To hold it on my lap is impossible; it’s haphazard leafs too full to turn.
Written inside the folds, under each year of school, among the names of my best friends; tucked in beside my collections of artwork, Mother’s Day cards, and class photo’s, is a list of my aspirations.
Every year it is the same.
“I want to be a vet, or an actress.”
Two completely different professions but both requiring hard work, determination, and motivation in order to achieve success.
I do not work as either.
Not because I lack those characteristics, but because my aspirations changed.
I grew up, found new passions, learned new skills.
Discovered that, through my words I can reach people.
That I can be heard.
I can evoke change with just one carefully written letter, one phone call, one blog post.
That I am here for a reason!
I am here to do great things!
And so are you.