Many choices that we make in life are the result of a long thought-out process. Where we want to live, is marriage in the cards, having children, and so on and so on. But the first monumental decision I ever had to make, was the decision to attend college.
This is something not to be taken lightly at the tender age of 17, carefully filling out college applications. Concentrating on checking this box and that box while dreaming of campus life. So many papers to read, absorb, and with nervous anticipation, imagine that envelope. That envelope thick with words of congratulations. You made it! You are one of us. Welcome!
I remember being in my room, a 17-year-old girl, probably listening to The Cranberries mixed in with The Gin Blossoms. Marilyn Monroe poster over my desk. Willing the colleges of my dreams to accept me. Willing them to pay attention to my good marks. Willing them to invite me to their burgeoning institution where I could flex the muscles of my brain and be given insight into higher learning.
As I filled out those applications, I reasoned with myself that I had come too far to not get in. I had sacrificed too much to get here. I had willed my mind to overcome obstacles of childhood and adolescence to be here at this door. This door to my future.
This door to the rest of my life.
And when the letters of acceptance came, I felt the first glimmer of hope. This butterfly was going to soar. This girl was going to dream.
This woman was going to be somebody.