At nearly 29 ripe years of age, there are only a few things that I am certain about myself. First, I have always maintained an odd balance between a bubble-gum, pop-princess cheerleader, and the dark, sarcastic, ‘tortured-writer’ type. Whose favorite color is pink while their favorite movie genre is horror? I have become who I am today by awkwardly harmonizing two opposite ends of the stereotypical social spectrum. And for me, it simply works.
Something else that I know to be true about myself? For as long as I can remember I have needed some sort of creative outlet to release my mood swings, opinions, and flux of emotions. These outlets have taken the passionate form of dancing and writing. I have always known I would be my most happy self if I were able to successfully incorporate one or both of these passions into my career. Five years ago I made the decision to work towards entering a satisfying field – becoming a middle school or high school English teacher. The job-market has since proved rough and unsteady, but I am determined to shape the minds of America
Getting back to my main point – I have always been (sometimes brutally) honest and (overly) opinionated, while remaining open and understanding. Lately I have shared many of my frustrations, or ideas, via the social networking mogul Facebook. I am over it. I’d rather have my own forum (even if I am the only viewer), to write more elaborately on the generally mundane topics I feel I need to explore. My title stems from my reflection on my youth. As I previously mentioned, I grew up dancing. My dancing led to many other related activities. I successfully survived high school as a cheerleader (or rather a dancer who cheered); however, it is fun for me to now reflect (both similarly and differently) on who I was then, and who I am now. The paradox of what makes me who I am is something I will continuously analyze and appreciate.
