I spent years of my life preparing for one moment. One admission. One acceptance. I worked…I slaved, but I lived too. I spent years for one moment. I spent years for a committee of strangers to look at me, all of me, laid out before them, plain as ink, bullet points and 12 point font. All to judge me. I spent years for strangers. I spent memories, I spent late nights, I spent happiness. I spent dates, and I spent love. When I was a little girl, I loved animals. When I grew up, I loved titles. All for strangers to decide my fate. So to that little girl, and all others…chose a different path, one less spent. and stay away from titles.

titles and statistics.

When the ocean brings the tide, you wade in only the warmest waters. You love me when there is nothing better to love.