2014 has been an amazing journey. It definitely came with its triumphs and turmoils but I still made it through. 2015 is here!  Praying number 9 will be my cohort tongue. I ask God is for love and safety for my friends and family. Let's get on this next roller-coaster.

I keep telling myself.

I don't know if I can handle anymore months of waiting.

I feel like knowing whether or not I got it is eating me alive.

I really have no one to tell this to, so maybe my blog can hold some of the thoughts racing through my head.

What is light anymore. I feel heavy. 

Probably one of my favorite pictures. I can't thank God enough for my parents. Regardless of what happens, and countless arguments, I want to work until I am nothing but skin and bones to make sure they are nothing less than glory and kingdom. I will make my parents the legacy they have fought so hard to keep alive. 

I got into my dream school. I've wanted to attend the University of Wisconsin-Madison since I heard about them at Brave New Voices this past summer. I know that without God I wouldn't be here. Every time I think about First Wave, I begin to cry. I don't think anyone understands how badly I want this. I've never been good at anything and I'm just scared. Is my art enough. Is my truth enough. If I don't get First Wave is my writing journey over? I know I shouldn't let this determine everything I am but how can it not when all I've ever wanted is to be is more than the words on my paper. I pray that God believes I am enough. 

I want to be light.