I was nervous stepping into the interview. My hands shaking, not just because of the tremors. I sat at my desk, waiting for the zoom meeting to start and mostly praying that I would able to answer the questions with confidence and clarity. A few months ago, I shared about how I was applying to graduate school. The process involved researching universities in my area, , looking into programs that would still take acceptances for the fall, and figuring out finances. I did expe

I held it together, that is until I reached my car. Tears streamed down my face, but I turned away out of embarrassment, hoping no one saw. It finally set in. The decisions I made months ago were right at the time, but why did I suddenly feel sad? I started to question why I decided to let go of some of the areas in my life I thought were fulfilling. It didn't make sense to me. I should be excited for what's coming later this year. I was smiling more in the early spring as I

The silk pink ribbons wrapped around my ankles. I stood with my shoulders down, one hand gently placed on the wooden barre at the studio. I tried to go fully onto the toe box of my pointe shoes, but my feet still hurt. The pain continued as I proceeded to follow the instructed steps. What should have been more simple felt impossible for my body. I was only seventeen, had already danced en pointe for over a year. Though turns and combinations in center I never could master. An

Last year, I was taking an online course for Child Life. Now, I'm applying for graduate school. So much has changed. I recently wrote a blog post for my friend Sara, where I shared briefly of the struggles I've been facing. It's hard to let a dream go, especially one that I've held onto since I was a teenager. Honestly, there have been movements of tears as it's now how I wanted to start the year. I thought that I would be finalizing an application for potential internships,