I cried today. I saw a photo of my sibling doing someone make up for prom with the caption " The best make up artist" At first I cried because that was MY dream, then I realized I was crying because I didn't have that family support system. I also realized that instead of being upset about a stolen dream that I should let that be my motivation. I've already traded my brushes for books, and begun on this amazing journey to find myself as a writer. So I honestly wish my sibling much success in her art and I'll keep striving for the very best I can give in mine. It's funny how my life's twists and turns are the foundation for every book I have yet to write.
-Jonez
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