What dreams have you buried?

Secret's out: 

I'm a writer. It's something I always was, but I had forgotten. Ok - maybe not forgotten, just buried. 

When I was 19, an English major at NYU, falling hard and fast in love for the first time, learning new perspectives and taking in the romantic cityscape around me, I wrote. Everyday. I remember reading prose to my girlfriend Desiree (and if you're asking, the answer is yes, GIRLFRIEND girlfriend) safely in our cozy (and by cozy I mean cramped) apartment on the Lower East Side - feeling endless possibility. 

And then I submitted my work for acceptance into an advanced writing class, and I let the faculty at NYU decide for me that I wasn't good enough. And I got to digging a grave.

That was 15 years ago. And it took me all that time to come back.  

What I've learned is that we are all made up of a myriad of different gifts and passions - we don't have to choose just one. But they all make up what defines us. And the sooner we connect with our dreams, the sooner we're rightfully on our path to greatness. 

So I am a writer. And that is not all. I've been mulling over a creed to keep me growing and keep me connected to my dreams, goals and visions for this year. Something that will keep me in line when all the hard work mounts up and I feel like I can't do anymore. Something to remind me that I am enough. And not only enough. MORE than enough:

I am a #FORCEtobeRECKONEDwith.