Who I Want To Be

I turned 18, graduated from high school and moved 1,000 miles away from home in less than 3 short months. I never knew how much I would learn, how much I would grow, and how much I would miss my warm California sunshine. If it were ever the Lord's plan to scare me back to Southern California, the snow and crisp, cool freezing weather clearly did the trick. I learned how to cook, how to clean, how to bake, how to study, and how to sleep through my alarm. I learned how to rely upon myself and be independent, as if I needed to become anymore independent, let's get real. Most importantly, since my journey began over two year ago, I learned about who I wanted to be, and more or less, who I didn't want to be. Maybe I should be making a checklist and post it all throughout my apartment, but for now, my blog will do.  I want to be remembered for the good I have done and contagious positive attitude and high spirits. I want to be remembered for my helping hands and generosity. I want to be remembered for the spark in my eye and smile on my face when I am in the presence of a child. I want to be remembered as being dedicated, hard-working, determined and won't give up when the task is nearly impossible. I want to be remembered for the love I give. I want to be remembered as a peacemaker. I want to leave a footprint, touch a life, or two, and most importantly, I want to be proud of the person I have become. What I didn't realize when I was 18 and driving my old green thunderbird to the middle of nowhere was that I was becoming the person I always wanted to be. I was offered a challenge and accepted. I struggled, but was persistent and excelled. I froze, but still trekked to class five days a week. The point being, I am already the person I want to be, but have plenty of room for improvement. Never lose sight of who you are and who you want to become. Never let anyone tell you that you can't. Never change for anyone. Always be true to yourself.