The simple thing about dreams is, they don’t always turn out like Cinderella’s night at the Ball. Life is not a fairytale. Reality can be cruel.
As it happened, I did not end up being selected for the scholarship of my dreams. It was disappointing, to say to least. I had already imagined how life-changing it would be. I vividly envisioned the future.
I could wallow in it and let it discourage me, but honestly, I am too busy preparing Plan B. (Good stuff in the works)
If I am being honest, there was a brief moment that I let myself believe that all the hard work I put in at my community college would be in vain. What a brutal thought that was.
The truth is, up until three years ago, I had no idea what I wanted to do with this gift of life. My life. I wasn’t sure what inspired me or where my passion was. I know now. Right fucking now. I know what moves me. I know what pushes me. I know what is worth fighting for. I know what I am working towards. I know what is driving me.
I will not stop pushing and climbing and falling and failing and succeeding until I accomplish my goals, breathe in my aspirations, and swim in my dreams. And if that means I will also be swimming in pools of student debt, then so be it.