Growing up, I didn’t have much. There was a time when my family lived in a shed. You know, those thin-walled metal type ones. The summers were excuitatingly hot and the winters were so cold I would prefer to erase them from my memory. There were days my mother would boil chicken bones and I would get to pick off the tiny little pieces of meat the butcher didn’t manage to cut off. Those were the good days. I didn’t have much.
But something I’ve always had a lot of were dreams. Dreams that got me through those shiveringly cold nights, dreams like lullabies, whispering words into my ears: the future will be so much better. I still have a lot of dreams.
A few days ago, someone told me I am "too passionate”, implying that there are more safer routes to take than the one I am pursuing. It upset me, not because these words were being said to me, but because these words are being said to so many young people out there with big dreams.
As we enter the new year, I want each and every one of you to know that you can really do anything you put your mind to. Don’t let society dictate what you can and can’t do. Taking risks and being a little crazy is totally ok. Failing and learning is even more than ok. Be brave, be bold, be passionate. And don’t you dare let anyone dull your sparkle! Share bright my darlings, 2018 is your year ✨