Baby Picture

I had no idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up. If you asked me my future career goals at twelve years old I would have told you “lawyer/veterinarian/mermaid” or a combination of the three. I didn’t have life long goals that started at birth and ended with me standing on an Olympic podium. My parents didn’t invest thousands of dollars in piano lessons or dance classes.

Honestly, I was a simple child with a big, loud and eager mouth. The majority of my childhood photos consisted of a mid-laugh smile or a mid-grimace scream because the focal point were all 35 of my teeth. I frequently received reprimands in school for talking in class, though my teachers simply did not understand that who I was going to play with at recess was big business.

It was the way I kept these playmates that made me realize what I wanted to do with my future. In order to keep my newfound pals and win them over, I needed to be an excellent storyteller; stories of diplomat parties with the president and the time I got my head stuck between the bannister at my grandfather’s house.

Weaving stories could only get me so far, it’s what I did with those stories that pushed me forward. I turned to writing them down and from then on I felt myself fitting in, no matter where I was living.

When people here the word "opinionated", there seems to be a negative connotaion. We are chastised for our lack of enagament and then scolded for an involving ourselves in anything. I take the word as a compliment. I am opinionated and I never apologize for it.