If you were to tell me, something I said in high school would come true, I'd laugh at your face. I didn't believe the possibility, and let alone in 2020.
I must have been a junior in high school in 2011, and it was lunchtime. My friends and I occupied the top staircase that led to nowhere with our sandwiches and jokes at hand. Someone began stating their dream job, and where they wanted to go in life, and I already knew one small part of myself - I would find myself working in a library.
The magnitude of who I would be in the library career wasn't considered, but I just said what my dream would be - tucked away in a small town working at a library while writing the next Hunger Games. Back then, I worked on the writing dream by creating fanfictions of my favorite shows, movies, and sometimes small stories. The fantasy of the future propelled me to very liberal arts during my college career, and I still wasn't planting the foundation to be a librarian.
I would graduate from college with a degree in English Literature and Art History, and trying to figure out what to do next. I fell into where I am now obtaining my librarian certificate, because I remembered the feeling when I spoke those words. It was the confidence in my capabilities and the mindset of accomplishing something.
My resume is eclectic; time in PR, art galleries in need of assistants, and a time where I got to sell my favorite brand of shoes, Doc Martens. Every job happened for a reason, and I glued myself to the ability to be adaptable.
Now everything is rolled into one, as I come to the end of my graduate program. Nostalgia for the journey I went on, with challenges either passed by or pushed through - if I could say something to that version of myself in high school that one day, I'd say -
Did you know dreams can come true?