For years, I have had this undying desire to write. To have my pen burn flames of comfort across a page and presented to an audience for their enjoyment. I followed all of the steps that I thought would be necessary to get my feet planted firmly in a position that would not only provide monetary support, but sheer enjoyment. I went to a performing arts high school in Philadelphia for writing. I even continued that course well into college, majoring in Journalism. A career, I thought would surely produce fine rewards. Yet, things didn’t work out as planned. Although I graduated, I found myself bouncing from job to job. I felt as if I was an addict, consistently searching for the next high to compare to the first one I received when I allowed my words to lie on paper for the first time. But, it never came. So, I continued to chase. To run as fast as I could to reach a dream that replays in my head every night as I sleep. Sometimes during the day, I wish I was still asleep so that I can live out my dream as the hours pass by.
Almost three years removed from college and in a career that I am content with, not in love with, I still feel the need to chase my dream until in lies in the palm of my hand. I do not know when it will happen for me, or if the many roads that I travel will eventually end at my destination. Yet, what I do know for sure is that I have faith; faith that my heart’s desire will eventually become the reality that I live every day. I know for sure that I have wonderful support system around me that are willing to be there every step of the way, in both times of plenty and in times of need. I know for sure that nothing can hinder my faith in myself. The footsteps I walk in, in my dreams are still mine. Thus, I own my eventuality. I am just traveling on roads that are meant to teach me lessons along the way.
~Tierra Fernandez