Becoming ME

Ten-year-old me never wanted to become a doctor. Ten-year-old me didn't even know the extent of being a doctor. Ten-year-old me picked up a pen and paper and began to write. She didn't know what the hell she was writing about but she knew that's what she loved. She knew that's what she was proud to show the people that she loved something she had created. I wish I knew when the idea of becoming a doctor even popped into my head. I wish I knew so I could erase that day so that the idea would have never happened. But then again, I think if that were true I wouldn't have become the writer I know that I am or the young black woman I am. An avid advocator for black LGBTQ+ issues, black maternal issues and so much more.

Life is truly full circle, I can only begin to let on a bit of why I believe that. When I was approximately 11 or 12 the first full-length story was entitled "The Story of ME" but ME stood for Moesha Edmonds, one of the first characters I wrote about. I never finished the story but that same year was the year was when I decided I wanted to become a pediatrician. Around the same time, I put down the writer's pad and began my journey to becoming a doctor. That wasn't my dream. The girl whose dream I clutched onto is actually living her dream and if I stopped trying to compete with hers maybe I would've seen mine clearer by now. What is all in the past for me I hope that this article is the beginning of the rest of my career.

I don't know what this journey has for me but I want this to be a stakeholder that I am committing to my ten-year-old self's dreams. This is for Trinity, Timier, Moesha Edmonds and myself.