One day I want to wake up crying, heavy breaths in between tears endlessly pouring down my face, balling. But not tears of despair, but tears of joy. Because, despite every setback in my life to that point- I managed to do what I love, photography. I managed to wake up in my own bed, in my own house, all paid for doing what I love. A life in the arts is not a lucrative one, or safe one. It’s unstable, causing you to almost live paycheck to paycheck one year then one paycheck paying off everything for one year. And despite the fear that pierces my heart as I mention that, as the harsh reality of my dream hits me, not a part of me regrets being a dream chaser. If I could do what I love, and still manage to get by, I hope to have inspired at least one person. Inspired one person to follow their dreams, to not give up, to always be positive. And to never, ever, let the steep fall keep them from making that leap of faith. God knows, with each step I take my heart is heavy with doubt and fear. But if I can inspire somebody through my journey, for them to just, “hang on”… even one person, then I’ve already changed the world.