When I grow up
She reached for her phone, ready to call home. It wasn't supposed to be this hard. Maybe this wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe she was meant to be somebody else.
She had packed up her life to follow what her heart had been telling her, or at least that's what she thought. Why is it so hard for her to make up her mind? For the first sixteen years of her life, she had only one passion. At least, that's what she had always pretended. She is so confident with this passion, so free and in love...right? But what about the other one? That secret little talent that very few knew about. The one that she would ENJOY thinking about, all of the time. That potential that never sees the light of day because she is AFRAID. Afraid of what others will think? Possibly. Afraid of what she will think of herself? Maybe. Afraid that she has been living the wrong life all of this time? Yes. Is it possible that she can create a new person, perhaps even a new life? Can people maybe stop seeing her as one thing and accept her as another? God, she hopes so. So she will go for it. Practice. Study the craft. Become amazing. But can she trust herself? Is her gut feeling really a gut feeling? What if she can't find work, if no one wants to hire her? That is when belief comes in. And good old faith. Belief in herself and her abilities. Belief that she CAN and WILL do something amazing with her life. And if her heart IS lying to her again, so what? She can just change her mind. After all, she has the rest of her life to realize what she wants to be when she grows up.