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The only people that comment on this blog are my mom, my sister, my boyfriend, my roommate and my good friend Gabrielle and you know why? You are the only people that read this freaking blog! You are the only people who give a crap that I want to be a writer. In a couple years I will hopefully be a teacher, but deep down inside I will still be nursing that writer in me that is desperate to be read and acknowledged and loved. I will continue to write because this how I calmly discover myself and the world around me. This is how I flesh out what needs to be seen. My dreams could just be mine, but sharing is so much more fun than being greedy. I look around at all the creative people in my life recognizing their incredible talent and drive. I see waves of good fortune and bad luck knocking them around in their struggle to express themselves in the ways they know best: writing, teaching, painting, singing, acting and dancing. I close my eyes tightly and fight back the tears that mean that I am moved by all this. Life, to me, is not just this 7 to 4 job. Life to me is creativity.