To expand on this past week, for start
What happened, though? I'll tell you clearly: last night I realized that all my dreams, all the things I write about and think over, have been coming true again and again.
On Sunday, I spent 12 hours with the man I love -- both pining and having simultaneously. On Monday, I had a model shoot, and got to parade around my hair.On Tuesday, I sold a bracelet to the princess of Japan. On Wednesday, I was awarded 10 points to Gryffindor in my history class. On Thursday, I saw how what I am writing is colliding with what I am living. Even on Friday, something, too. A woman pulled my hair, and yelled at me, "You think you belong with these boys? You don't. Go home. Go home now."
Through it all I have been receiving encouragement from so many sides. People telling me that I belong in one way or another. In place. In person. People telling me that I inspire and that I speak and things like being singular. And when I feel that love building up around me, and overcoming me at times when I would otherwise be alone, I just think to myself how fantastic this life really is, and how much God has blessed me, and how all those little, troubling times, mean nothing. Nothing at all.