I turn 23 on Monday. I’ve thought much about my life recently. My birthday no longer brings me joy. Instead, it is a time of sadness and anxiety. My hopes and dreams have changed greatly since childhood. I knew that I wanted to go to college by the time I was in elementary school.
I wanted to become a neurosurgeon to help people who had challenges that were similar to my own. At the time, I didn’t realize that being a surgeon wouldn’t be possible. Cerebral Palsy impairs my fine motor skills. It is critical to have excellent fine motor skills as a surgeon.
The older I was, the more I started to think about my career. After graduating from high school, I enrolled at Westfield State University. I decided to major in communications. I knew that I wanted to have a career involving media or writing in some form.
Growing up, my favorite subject in school was English. I’ve had a lifelong love of reading. I read all different kinds of books from Junie B. Jones to Magic Treehouse and Geronimo Stilton. I remember reading books with my parents before bed and looking forward to them. I love to write as well. Blogging has become a part of my daily routine.
In the future, I hope to have a career that involves writing. Being able to write for a living would be a dream come true for me. I dream of seeing a book I wrote at bookstores and public libraries. It would be incredible to see my work for sale at Barnes and Noble.
I want to make a difference in the world. Right now, I am happy to be a blogger. I love sharing my experiences with the world. Writing helps me feel less alone. I love connecting with people around the world through the power of words.