I am a communicator. Just like fish have to constantly swim to get oxygen through their gills, words are a lot like oxygen for my soul and spirit. My greatest desire is to be known and for my deepest thoughts to be understood. It might take me a lifetime, but maybe one sentence, one paragraph, song lyric, or photograph could turn on the light bulb in a dark room then I will have accomplished the art of being understood, being known, being loved. I am me. I don't aspire to be anything other that I am destined to be, which will be a feat in and of itself. You see, I want to look back at my life and think, 'What a wonderful life," and love even the bumps and bruises that I acquired along the way. This is my life, this is my story. My thoughts are vast and sometimes ridiculous, but just maybe, even in the ridiculousness, there is a small piece of the puzzle; yes, even in my ridiculousness. For anyone who is willing to read the writings of a hopeful journalist student, musician, former ballerina, and aspiring free thinker, I thank you. So ends Post #1.
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