Your dreams
are your own.
That may
seem like common sense to just about anyone, but last night, I was catching up
on some Gilmore Girls, and I saw the episode where Rori was told by her
internship boss that she wasn’t cut out to be a journalist. It hearkened back to a time when I was a
vocal performance major and the head of the vocal department told me much the
same thing.
I wish,
knowing what I know now, that I had been strong enough to choose to ignore
those opinions, but, of course, that would mean I likely wouldn’t be here now—writing
this blog.
