Your Wildest Dreams Will Come True

See it. Believe it. Dream it. Do it.

Up until recently, I really struggled with chasing my dreams. I really struggled with confidence and I really struggled with fear. Taking a chance was too daunting of a task and the anxiety of just thinking of taking s risk sent me into full on panic attacks. 

When I was a little girl I had an aspiration to be something great. I’ve been writing ever since I could hold a pencil and I’ve always felt compelled to change the world with my words in a positive way. 

My first dream was to be a rock star. I would sit in my room for hours filling notebooks with song after song after song. I even had a cassette tape recorder (yes, the old school kind with a tape and everything)that I would sing the songs onto so I would rember the melodies later on. 

In high school I went to the votech for cosmetology and received my license in the state of Pennsylvania. I’m not quite sure when I decided after that that I wanted to be a writer.  It must have happened somewhere in between wanting to be a rockstar and a cosmetologist because I went to votech so I could work as a cosmetologist while I put myself through college for journalism. 

I started my “college journey” as a writer in 2008, although I had been writing my entire life, my formal training  began here. While attending my local community college I learned as much as I could about the field I wanted to have a career in. My general education classes I can’t say the same for, unfortunately.

However, it took me four years to earn that associate’s degree. I became very discouraged and financially strapped while pursuing my degree. It became harder and harder for me to see the point of my struggles. Finally, I had had enough of my dead end telemarketing job and financial struggles. I made a decision that woulld shake me to the bone and change me in many ways.

To help with my financial hardship, I took a position as a caregiver. Later I learned that if I became certified I would make double what I was making at that point. So off I went and became a certified nurses aid. I worked in that field for two years and paid off my debts. On that journey I met many wonderful people and heard many wonderful stories that I hope to share with the world some day. 

Not all of those stories are happy stories. As a matter of fact, a lot of them are sad, heartbreaking stories. That profession sucked all of the life out of me (not to mention the destructive relationship I was in at the time didn’t help my cause). I was always sad and angry. I was always feeling blue and even considered seeing a doctor for depression. Deep down though, I knew what was wrong. 

Anyone can go to the doctor for a pill, but not everyone can face their daemons and change their lives in order to be happy. I realized after a long time that I needed to make a change because I refused to be medicated and be set on autopilot throuh life. Wit that said, I changed my job and I got out of that relationship and started to rediscover my dream.

Not very long after I started my new job as a warehouse clerk, I met the man I am with today. He was the driving force behind me, pushing me to peruse my dream in writing. With his encouragement and support, I enrolled back into college to get my bachelors degree in journalism  and media communications. 

I can’t begin to tell you how my life has changed. I went thought some really tough times to get to where I am today, and somehow, even though I strayed very far from my path, I made it back to it. Somehow, someway, something guided me back to where I need to be.  I think the irony in it is that I was where I was meant to be the entire time. I had to go through that stuff to appreciate where I am now. Life’s funny like that.

The point is, if you try and keep believing, all of your wildest dreams will come true. As Joyce Meyer says, “I may not be where I need to be, but thank I’m not where I used to be.”

Life’s a journey. Enjoy the ride.

 

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