At the tender age of three, I took the first step into what would be a lifelong journey of introspection, exploration, and an admiration for the wide expanse that is the human experience; through the magic of words and visual storytelling.
That grey night, the rain fell steadily upon the earth as my parents and I drove home from a family gathering. The dancing droplets delighted my imagination as they raced across the window glass while we waited for my mom to return from the local store. She returned and sat in the car. A sudden gust of cold wind rolled through the car when she entered.
Awakened from my peaceful entertainment, I turned my attention to the notebook and pen she handed me.
The cover was pink and purple; sturdy and (aptly) cut into the shape of the word “Princess.” It sparkled with opportunity and mystery. The pen, eagerly vying for my attention, felt smooth in my hand and the purple pom-pom bounced joyfully atop a delicate spring.
I sat in a moment of thoughtfulness with these little treasures in my lap. An item so precious should hold something of great value.
I realized I had no idea what was important to me or who I was. And so began my journey of introspection into the type of person I wanted to be.
I thought about the women in my life that I admired for their joy, boldness, strength, and kindness. I wondered who I will become.
That rainy night, I determined to discover my true self and honor the stories that make up my life.