Remember who you are 

I graduated from college with a degree in Journalism. I absolutely loved the adrenaline I got when I reached a deadline on what I thought was an important story to tell. I never wanted to lose sight of that feeling. 
I landed some really cool internships during college, however I still had trouble finding a job. During a communications internship post college, I began to think about how I would like to use my creativity in the future. I realized I had a compassionate heart that craved making a difference. 

Eventually I would go on to pursue that urge through teaching and volunteering but still something was missing. Now I missed the creative side. I felt like I had to choose between my creativity and philanthropy. I couldn’t figure out how to blend the two and when I thought I had the answer the doors were not opening. 

I knew I was a talented writer because in every role that was non creative I was still being asked somehow to create. My gift just kept exposing itself. 

That’s no surprise. It’s who I am. I could decide to ignore the voice telling me to go back to that undergraduate student who wanted nothing more than to make a difference through her creative brain. Or the little girl who would memorize and recite poetry at church. And maybe even the high school student who mapped her career plan to include her creative voice. 

This was who I am. And while I had been searching, I began losing that certainty. The closed doors were discouraging. It wasn’t working out how I planned. But now  I see why. I truly had to go through these experiences to learn more about myself. I had to be chased by my gift as I was searching. 

I now feel even more confident in who I am. I am not ashamed of who I am. I don’t fit into the box and I annoy some with my ideas but that’s because I don’t belong in a space other than my own. 

Today I promise myself that I will walk through that unexpected door and I will not look back. 

Trust your journey and you will find that the time it took for your door to open was just right. 

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