I want to write, and I want to help. My whole life I’ve dreamed of penning something fantastic, something that could wriggle into the minds of anyone and change them. I want to write words that will inspire people, move people, anger people. I want to invoke everything, or at least as much as I possibly can. It took me a long time to figure out how I would channel these desires, but I know now. I want to write for a women’s magazine.
I will be there for the ladies of the world, through the pages, absorbing and putting out. I will be there for girls who feel alone, I will be there for women who feel lost. I will be there, on the glossy paper, exuding my hope and love through the only thing I’ve ever been good at – words. I want to show that all of us, all of our words, are meant to be shared.
I am going to college now, so that I can fight over internships. My passion is mine to have, and mine to use properly. I will move wherever I need to move, do whatever I need to do to make this fantasy a reality. I will graduate, proudly, and I will interview, proudly. My goal now is to learn so that I can help others learn from who I am and where I’ve been.
I will write, and I will help.