One day soon, everyone will know my name.
journalist, scholar, poet, singer, dancer, student, teacher?
When you’re this impulsive, the question of “when” never really applies.
Typically I can’t discern whether I’m coming or going. Guess my answer has to be “right here.”
Because when I was growing up, everyone told me to do something scholarly. I should do something scholarly with my life. Be a doctor, a lawyer, a writer, a professor. Never mind if I wanted to be a ballerina — I was too smart for it. There came a point when I decided to be everything. Ballerina included.
Balance and discipline. It’s been rough, believe me. Hey, wait, aren’t I supposed to be the one asking these questions?