Today, I made my dad lunch. I brought him whole wheat quesadillas filled with roasted butternut squash, spinach, feta, and caramelized onion. On the side, I put some chickpea avocado salad with a bit of homemade garlic aioli. This is just one of many examples of how cooking has come into play in my life, and it is something that I greatly enjoy doing. One of my favorite hobbies is cooking. There are many reasons why I love to cook, but the first is that I am able to express myself creatively in the kitchen. I find a creative outlet in cooking and baking especially. Soley for fun, I ice sugar cookies with designs I find online, sometimes inspired by my favorite movies or books. Even though the taste of the icing isn't my favorite, the cookies are simply fun to make and enjoy. I also take pleasure in arranging the food on the plates aesthetically and making something that looks appetizing as well as tastes delicious. Furthermore, I feel like I'm helping others through my cooking. My mom handled all of the meals before I slowly took over that field, and I feel that through making the meals, she is free to rest and get to other things that require her attention. In the same way, when my mom made the meals, she didn't have the luxury to spend a long time in the kitchen. Understandably, it was easier to put a pizza in the oven. However, I can take the time to braise chickpeas, toss kale salads, and roast spaghetti squash. I believe that my family has been getting healthier through the meal choices that I make. Also, around mealtimes, the kitchen becomes my own little world, one that I have a little bit of control over. I can choose to make anything. I can find the ingredients, and I can create something, just like that. I am free to see something online, and then make it come to fruition in front of me. I can arrange a meal plan at the beginning of the week and go through with it, and I find great satisfaction in that. All things considered, I am thankful for the time and freedom to pursue a hobby that brings my joy, and hopefully is a blessing to others as well. I plan on exploring new areas of cuisine and learning new things along the way as I improve my skills, and become more educated in the nutritional value of food.

When I was little, I sat down at the kitchen table with a pencil in my hand, a stack of scratch paper in front of me. On each of those sheets of paper, I designed a different version of a logo, trying to find the best for my company. Some designs were swirly and elaborate, others were colorful, and all definitely had the touch of a 6-year-old. When I was done, I flipped through the options and chose the one I felt best suited my restaurant- bouncy orange letters with colorful dots. That was just the beginning of logo design for the companies that I imagined up. I'm not quite sure why I love things like that, but I know that I always have. Moving on into the future, I would like to study business. I know it is my passion, and I feel that I can do a lot in the field, and do it well. I know that I have a lot to learn but I am hoping that college will equip me with what I need to have a successful business career. Not only do I aim to find the training I require, but to make the connections and build lifelong friendships and partnerships with other people who share the same passion as me. My goal is to change the world for the better through my business practices and products. I want to raise the standard and be the very best at what I do. I believe if there is an area in which I can make a difference, it is this aspect of life. There are many changes that I want to see in the world, but I know that money is necessary to see many of them into fruition. I want to run a business efficiently and effectively so that I will be able to fund the systems that bring sustainable food supply to impoverished countries, and train people how to live healthier, happier lives. Business is something that I love, and I feel it is a way to bring the things that I want to see in the world to reality. So, looking backward and now looking forwards, I believe I will find myself in the world of business and marketing.

When I was 6 years old, I began to dream of starting my own restaurant. I called this restaurant "Chidos", (having nothing to do with the corn-puff snack). One day of the month, I created a menu, put it up in the kitchen, helped my mom cook a meal--one time we made Arroz con Pollo--- and after taking the orders of my family, I carried it out to them. I had a wonderful time. Then, when I was 8, I decided that I wanted to own a mall, which would hold all of my businesses. Then, I started my own little "bank" in the corner of our living room and invited my grandma to visit me in my office. I've always had a big imagination, and I've always been a dreamer, but I know that there are certain things that need to take place to make my dream of making a positive impact on the world a reality. I believe one of those things is living selflessly. Growing up, I've always heard the saying, "You reap what you sow" and "It is more blessed to give than to receive." I have not only heard these things but seen them work in real life, and I want to see them work for me as well. I live selflessly by keeping others in mind, living with a conscience, and being someone that others can count on, trust, and look up to. In the same way, it is vital to be intentional and mindful. The best things in life don't happen by accident. Someone decided that they wanted something, found what was necessary to achieve it, and then followed through. Being careless with plans and decisions leads to unnecessary problems, but being wise, careful, and discerning helps keep the company safe. Being mindful also means paying attention to those who are working with me and those who it is my job to care for, keeping their condition close to my heart. It is also important to live in a way that empowers others. That way, whatever I do doesn't end with me. Good leaders make leaders. It's not just about leaving a legacy but creating a chain reaction that continues to help others even after I'm gone. Empowerment takes many forms, but some key ways include extending trust, believing in others, and taking the time to mentor them. Good leaders call everyone higher. So now, before my future unfolds, I keep my dreams close to my heart and in my mind. I might be sitting in an office, making business decisions, or presenting analytical data to a room full of people because all of that is part of business. Still, deep down I'll always be the little girl joyfully running through the kitchen with a plate Arroz con Pollo in my hands.

It seems that all of my life I've been told to have goals. From my 3rd-grade health class to the ebook that I'm currently listening to, the point is repeated. When I set a goal, I work hard to achieve it, but so often I realize halfway through that adjustments need to be made to the goal. If I've learned anything from my own goals is that I am very good at dreaming, but decide later on that there is a better goal or a more realistic goal than the one I set. I am very lenient with myself regarding these things and make the change where it seems necessary. More than being goal-oriented however, I want to be habit-oriented. For instance, a goal of mine is to be happy, but I don't pursue happiness, I pursue the things that result in happiness. A goal of mine is to be successful, but I don't pursue success, I pursue the resources and habits that make me successful. So yes, I do have a vision board, goals for my life, and big aspirations, but I find that the answer is much closer to home, in my day-to-day routines.

My mom frequently tells the story of how she was consistently promoted in the job that she held in her 20's, even above those who had worked at the company for many more years than she had. Then she would continue to say how a lot of those coworkers were much smarter than her, but if there was a reason she was promoted, it was due to her hard work. She was a workaholic, which I do not aim to be, but I can still learn from her work ethic and dedication. Her example goes to show that hard work reaches farther than talent. "Nosce te Ipsum" or "Know thyself" has been a helpful phrase, yet I still feel that I don't understand my talents fully. I do know however that my passion lies in the business realm, with structures, schedules, and plans. Still, I don't want to rely solely on my gifts or my knowledge. In order to improve my strengths, I plan on studying business in college. Along with that, I listen to leadership podcasts and messages that help my relationships with people, and I practice using these abilities in the real world. For instance, I set a budget for new furniture and found the decor and furniture for my parent's new house which they will be moving into after I leave for college. I also make meal plans for my family a week in advance, carry them out each day, and keep my school work organized since I am a Home-ed student. I'm grateful for talents and all of the benefits they bring, but I know that hard work is necessary as well to live a successful life.

I am committed to being selfless because I have been given so much, and I don't want to let any blessing end with me. I know there are a lot of people in the world who need help and who need care. Growing up, I always had food on the table, clothes on my back, and a family who loved me. Not only that, but my parents have demonstrated a selfless lifestyle towards others through their time, finances, and other resources. I am fortunate to have their example. I want to make sure I am doing what I can to help others in the same way that I have been helped. In order to help others, there are a couple of routines that I have implanted into my day. I pray for those in need, and I volunteer my time when it seems necessary. It sounds silly, but I try to keep an attitude of selfless behavior, in the little things and big things. Whether this means letting my brother choose the show we watch, or traveling out of state so that my cousin doesn't go to a youth summer camp by herself. I know it's not the action, but the heart behind it. So, I'm committed to keeping my heart selfless, so that through my life many can receive the help that they need.

As my mom and I went through old papers in our basement, we discovered a sheet that I had filled out in 2nd grade. I messily wrote in my name, my grade, and the answers to a couple of other questions. One of the prompts asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I put, "a businesswoman." It's funny how even though many things about me have changed, that has stayed undeniably the same. The steps I take to get there, I'm not sure of, but the following is what I have in the books so far. I plan on attending college at Oral Roberts University. I was accepted, and I would like to study business. After that, I want to run a business. I'm not sure what type of business, but I know that I want one. I'm hoping to discover a product or service I'm supposed to go into while at college. How do I plan to achieve success? It's foolish to pretend that my future's all figured out. Unexpected things come up, and things unfold differently than we ever expected. However circumstances may change, there are certain principles that work regardless of the situation. One is the ability to be flexible. It allows me to adapt when plans change or things go awry. If I'm flexible I can bounce back. Along with that, I'm willing. I don't expect the road to be easy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'm not afraid of hard work, which I know is necessary to achieve success. So, just like it was when I was only 8 years old, my goal for the future is to be a businesswoman.

There are so many definitions of the meaning of life out there, so many takes on this huge question, not to mention all of the different types of philosophies that shape individuals' beliefs. Personally, I believe that the meaning of life is to love others. Now, love is another one of those things that people have a thousand portrayals of. The Greek language had 8 words that mean our English equivalent to love. But when I say Love I mean the kind that is described by the Greek word agape. It's an unconditional love that persists independent of circumstance. It goes beyond emotions and seeks what is best for others. This is relatively simple, but challenging nonetheless. I'm grateful that the only one this meaning of life is riding on is me. Therefore, I don't have to wait for anyone or anything to change before achieving it. Still, achieving it is a lifelong journey, step by step, word by word. It's not a race against others or a competition. I try to achieve it by choosing to love others in little ways and big ways, however, and whenever I can, and with every choice I make.

So many days of mine have been turned around because of gratitude. Nothing else changed; the day was still exactly the same, but my whole mindset had turned around. I love gratitude! I have set in my heart to be thankful in all circumstances. This goes for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even when everyone sees it as foolish to be grateful, I still want to choose to rejoice. I'm glad that I can choose gratitude despite what everyone else chooses. It is independent of the situation, surroundings, and others' attitudes. I appreciate what I have by taking quiet moments to really be grateful for them. When I pull back a second I can recognize how beautiful the music sounds, how delicious the food tastes, and how wonderful it is to have a family. In the same way, when I take it slowly in the morning before everyone else is up, I can fully realize how there is something wonderful about warm blankets, a comfy chair, and a peaceful room all to myself. The fact that I have so many things to be thankful for is not the only thing that spurs thankfulness on in me, but also my awareness of its impact on my life. To see it change a bad day to a wonderful one is amazing, and I love how it protects my heart for many things like bitterness, pride, and anger. As life goes on and seasons change I am confident something remains the same. Gratitude was never based on circumstance and so it will always be there for me to grab onto.

To me, confidence means being myself instead of who I feel others want me to be. It means being bold enough to stay true to who I am. I'm working on being more confident in myself by simply being mindful and intentional as the days go on. When I slow down for a moment, sometimes I catch myself being unnecessarily harsh inwardly. Rerouting my thoughts has really helped me because when I'm self-critical, I'm not at my best. Along with that, being mindful has aided me when I slip into a wrong motivation without realizing it. Consistently remembering that I am not living for others' love or approval has shifted my actions in many situations. My goal is not to change myself to fit the standards of those around me. I'm working on being more confident by examining myself because often times little changes and decisions that I make in front of others slip past me. I am going to be confident in who I am and love myself, because here and moving on, confidence matters.

One vivid memory I have of 1st grade involves me sitting in front of Miss Taylor as she held up new vocab words to add to our wall. "Perseverance," she said. I studied the drawing of a boy at the bottom of a hill, struggling to ride his bike upwards. I wasn't aware that some years later, I would need to use that same skill to overcome an obstacle in my own life. The ordeal began long before, in the stories in my head which I had yet to put to paper. What started off as hypothetical, soon became my very own production of an original play. My parents were on board, and they helped me contact my friends to join our cast. Looking back, I realize that one of the largest problems that occurred ended in one of the best solutions. A close friend of mine was cast in a major role, but she had consistently missed rehearsals and was impossible to contact. As the date approached, it became clear that a replacement was necessary, but who could we get the fill the role? After much discussion, we reached out to my cousin. The thing was, we lived in Illinois, and she lived in Florida. Many facetime calls ensued, finalizing details, communicating expectations, and eventually rehearsing lines. A few days before the performance, my cousin flew into Illinois. Despite her late start, she carried through wonderfully, and I got to share one of my favorite moments with my dear cousin. It was scary at some points along the way, but through the ups and downs, and the moments where I felt like the boy at the bottom of the hill, striving to peddle upwards, I found that persistence paid off.

I believe that everyone needs compassion. I also believe that everyone needs love that does not withdraw when bad things happen but instead grabs on tighter. Therefore, when I am around others, I try my best to have compassion for them and to treat them with empathy. In the past, I have made an effort to listen to what my friends or family have to say. Sometimes, they freely tell me everything, and other times they are more reserved. However, in my experience, it is not best to force people to open up. Still, I attempt to understand those who share things with me, but I am careful not to pretend that I know everything. I may be able to deeply relate, but I won't act like I completely know what they're going through. I try to give people space if I see that they need it. I treat others with empathy because I believe that compassion is what everyone truly needs.

I have a couple of favorite hobbies, which I enjoy and through which I try to bring joy to others. First, I love to walk. I love walking for its health benefits, but also because it gives me a chance to talk with my friends and family while enjoying fresh air and being outdoors. I'm not a person for running or intense sports, but I'll walk for hours. Furthermore, I take pleasure in painting with acrylic paints or watercolors, along with many types of crafting. Recently I have been making bracelets, blankets, and keychains. Through arts and crafts, I am able to express myself in a fun and creative way, and I can give what I make as gifts to loved ones. Then, there is cooking. Most every day, I'm in charge of making dinner for my household. I can do this because I'm homeschooled and get all of my schoolwork done earlier in the day. I love it because I get to choose the meals, and for a tiny moment in time the kitchen is my own little world, and I have the freedom to create whatever I'd like. I make healthy recipes, special meals that my family requests, and difficult dishes, all of which I have a great time doing. I'm thankful for my hobbies and the benefits that they bring to my life, and hopefully to others' lives as well.

I live boldly when I perceive a need. I love people too much to stay quiet when I see them going down the wrong path. For instance, when I see my friends believing things about themselves that simply aren't true, or my Dad frustrated about something in his business. But I want to learn a healthy balance between being quiet and bold. When it is necessary to step up and say something, and when do I simply give an understanding hug? And, what will happen if I see something wrong, and take the chance to point it out? This is often frightening because I'm not sure if it will mean rejection. What will happen if I don't tell the other person what I know they want to hear? I really don't want to be rejected, but still, I found I love my friends too much to just be a yes-man. I want to speak the truth even if it means rejection, which I found can be harder than it sounds. I hope that my friends realize that I say what I say because I love them. I hope that will appreciate it more in the end than flattery. We can live boldly and bravely together, helping each other out along the way.

Looking back at my life so far I see a lot of good things. My parents are incredibly loving. My brothers are a joy to be around. I was raised in an environment where we don't worry, and we're not anxious, but we take of each other. I know- not the right thing to write on a scholarship essay. My life hasn't been perfect, but I'm determined to see and focus on the good. I won't deny that I have had problems, but I make sure that I'm not holding on to them, or letting the past hurt me any longer than it needed to. All things considered, I feel like my background has made me a loving person, or at least I make an effort to be. My hopes for the future are high, not of what will happen to me but of what I will do myself. I want to love those like I've been loved. I want to help those like I've been helped. Little ways, big ways, I'm here, and I'm available. I'm keeping my eyes out for someone who needs me. In the future, and starting now, I hope to be someone who sees, takes the time to know, and always loves.

There are many key motivators in my life and put together they give me the strength and endurance to walk through each day. One of the greatest fuels for me is the hope for better. I can easily see lots of problems with my life and with myself, but the idea of the future being sweeter is a great energizer for me. It's the thought that one day I'll be able to play through the entire piece on the piano without mistakes, or one day my basement will be organized and a beautiful place to hang out in. I also know that I am always changing, so it is incredibly encouraging to know that I am not stuck the way I am, and I have the potential to get better every day. Along with that, the people around me who I know I can help give me a fresh wind. I have seen how a word of encouragement has made someone smile or a gift that I gave made someone feel loved. So even when I can't think of any reason for myself to go ahead, the thought of being a blessing to others keeps going when most else fails. In my mind, it would mean that the day was worth it. Life is full of ups and downs, but I'm forever thankful for my fuel to keep going through it all.

I don't know if I'm an introvert by nature, or I've just adapted to spending most of my day by myself. I'm homeschooled, but that wouldn't mean as much isolation if not for a) everything being canceled in 2020, b) the fact that my dad (a.k.a my ride) moved to Colorado for work in 2021, and c) my realization that if I start going to all of my extracurricular activities now, I will just have to say goodbye to everyone in a couple of months because I'm going to college in the fall. Side note: I am very excited about college and being able to be around people again! Now, even with my lifestyle is there is potential to be stressed. Between school, studying for the SAT, applying for scholarships, cooking, and cleaning, things can pile up. In order to take care of my mental health, I am intentional. I deliberately wake up early so that I can read, have a healthy breakfast, and start my day right. I intentionally take breaks when I've been working too hard. I call my dad at night on purpose, so that we stay connected, and I find an outlet that consistently cheers me up. Whether I'm really an introvert or not, I know that a lot will change when I go to college. I greatly value my mental health and hope to maintain a way of relaxing and taking care of myself there as well.

Speaking my mind seems to me like the same thing as being yourself. I don't want to play pretend with others, morphing into what I think they'd like me to be. I'm committed to being true to myself and speaking my mind. I found that I am empowered to step out in boldness in situations where I feel loved and secure. If I hear my Dad talking in ways that are negative and straight-out wrong, I'll remind him of the truth with no problem. If I see my mom getting worked up or stressed, boldly I'll say to take a break or a deep breathe. This is easiest with my parents because I know they'll love me unconditionally. Yet, this is much more difficult for me to do around others. Nonetheless, I am committed to speaking my mind even if it risks not being as liked, because I'd rather be respected for who I am than loved for who I'm not.

 "So encourage each other and build each other up, just as you are already doing." -1 Thessalonians 5:11. Growing up in a Christian household, encouragement has always been a part of our family dynamic. Thankfully, one thing I can count on from my family is that they won't tell me something if it isn't true. My brothers certainly don't tell me that the soup I made was good unless it was, but I prefer their genuine compliments over a fake reaction anyways. Consequently, their compliments mean the world to me because I know that they really mean what they say. Now, I find joy in building others around me up, which I'm sure I adopted from my family. I won't tell people something that isn't true, but I believe that in truth, there is always something wonderful to be reminded of. I see the problems, and instead of ignoring them and saying the opposite, I look deeper. I found that there is always something encouraging, even in the worst of situations, if we really take the time to look.

I have always been a big dreamer, and therefore my bucket list is full of adventures and great things that I want to do and experience. Unfortunately, with the pandemic, a lot of my dreams have been put on stop. I understand that the pandemic caused many struggles for other people, and I am not alone, even though now more than ever, I've been isolated. Yet, all my time by myself has really helped me fine-tune my focus on my strengths and my desires. Through it all, one major point on my bucket list is to travel to Europe. I want to visit the Louvre and walk along the Seine, as well as visit the house where my favorite movie, "The Sound of Music" was filmed in Salzburg. Maybe we'd stay with my mom's friend in Amsterdam, or see the lavender fields in Provence as they bloom in early July. We actually had a trip to Paris and London planned for March 2020, complete with visiting my cousins in Oxford, but of course, that had to be canceled. But, I'm still hoping that I'll be able to go someday, possibly through studying abroad for a semester. The pandemic has changed the world, but I'm still holding on to the hope of things getting better, and so I hold on to the dreams on my bucket list.

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to own a business. I loved the streamlined look of women's suits, the excitement of creating a business plan, and designing products and logos. Now as I've gotten older, things have to be more practical. I need to be smart, but the goal is still the same. Whichever field I'm in, I want to be the very best at it. Otherwise, what's the point? My dream is to own multiple businesses in different areas of the market. I want these businesses to have a higher level of quality and integrity. My vision is that they would be people-oriented- both customers and employees. I want to do things in excellence, being proactive to make sure there's a healthy work atmosphere for all employees and that leaders can grow and be nurtured in the company. My desire is to bring lasting change to the cities that I'm in and with every resource gained to give back. I know these are all big dreams, but I'm taking steps to get there, and it's coming closer to reality every day.

"She's got her flair on." It's a phrase my dad uses when my mom or I dress with a little extra pizazz. Maybe that day I wore my shirt with puff sleeves, or my fire orange winter hat, or my gold-buttoned black vest. But other than how I dress, I try to add a little flair to everything I do. Although sometimes I feel that others view me as boring and soft, internally I love what is colorful and passionate. When I see the world, I don't want to miss what lies underneath the surface. There is beauty in everything around me, but I noticed how easily I can overlook it. I want to bring the hidden masterpiece to light through my creative expression. I enjoy writing fictional stories about normal people who have abnormal things happen to them, and the vibrant adventure that ensues. I don't like things to be boring; I want them to be full of life. This carries over into my art. When I paint, although I admire realism, I take things to a different plane. In this other world, birds can have sparkling eyes and reflections on the water come alive. There are a thousand other ways to bring more creativity to my daily life, and I'm thankful for the freedom that I have to express myself.

Excellent grades mean a lot to me, so there are a couple of study strategies that I developed to help me achieve academic success. I am definitely a visual learner, and I also prefer to have things digitally rather than on paper. So, my biggest asset in the past has been the study tool Quizlet. I enjoy making my own Quizlets and then redoing the practice quizzes until I have mastered the material. I even started making Quizlets to help me memorize my lines for plays. Other than Quizlet, I also take advantage of the tools provided by my online course. For example, sometimes a review video is made available, and those are always helpful. I'll find the study guide and fill out the questions on my own on paper, and then go back to check them for accuracy. I've also noticed that I absorb the material better when I work by myself than in groups, but I am open in the future to giving it another try. In college, I'm not exactly sure what to expect academically, but I'm determined to put in any effort so that my commitment may be reflected in my grades.

Since I am homeschooled, I am able to go on outdoor walks, even in the middle of the day. Behind my house, there is a trail that winds in and through wildlife, and strolling on that path is always my favorite part of the day. Something about sunlight cheers me up. The brisk wind is energizing and the green that surrounds me is soothing. I love nature because it's always there for me. No matter what is going on inside my house, the trees are always swaying outside. I try to appreciate nature by being environmentally conscious in my daily life. For me, this looks like picking up trash that blew away from the neighbor's cans, never littering on my nature walks, and by choosing to use reusable water bottles over disposable plastic water bottles. Nature has always been there for me, so I'm making an effort to be there for it also. That way, many others after me can be helped by it as I have been.

To make those in my life feel loved, I am sure to be intentional. I want to be a blessing to everyone I come across. I found that the best way to do that is by putting thought and meaning into the things I do. What would be special to my grandma, is not the same as what would encourage my brother. So I stop and imagine what I could do to love them. Specifically, I listen to what they have to say, not trying to talk over them or get my way. I put them first, and sometimes that shocks people. They respond likewise, and that is such a beautiful thing to see. To be honest, my goal is not to make my family and friends feel loved, but to truly love them, which is not always the same. I want to make sure I am always doing what it best for them, maybe sometimes even over what they would like. This looks like cooking meals that are beneficial to their health over what they would like, and encouraging them to apologize to someone they hurt even when they don't feel like it. Loving someone means telling them the truth, even if it means rejection. But in my experience, they always appreciate it more in the end.

Joy is independent of situation and is a wonderful gift that's already mine. Recently I realized, "Stop striving for what you already have." I was doing that a lot. I was striving to be loved. I was striving to be enough. I was striving to find what I needed when much that I need is right inside me. I have the capability for great joy and I intend to choose it in the good, the bad, and the ugly. To seek out Joy in my life, I don't plan on searching or adding something to my life. I don't plan on waiting for anything to change. For me, seeking joy means finding joy in what I already have, and being thankful no matter the circumstances. A great motivator for me when I don't feel like choosing joy is the impact that it makes on others. I noticed that when I am vibrant and loving, those around me are encouraged. When I am dreary and down, those around me are bogged down. It was the most amazing discovery to find out that I could cheer others up just by being cheery myself, and I intend to do so as often as I can, all the while growing in choosing joy.

I'm not sure how I got into Youth Theater, but I know that it was definitely not my forte. I sure had a lot of fun, but I never was quite good at emotionally expressing myself, and it showed in the roles that I landed. However, a couple of weeks before one performance, the leading lady told the directors that she was unable to be at the performances. This meant that the only two remaining girls in the cast were switched around into different roles. My friend took the leading lady's part and I became her Lady in Waiting, while still maintaining my previous role. So, this was all exciting, but it was difficult nonetheless. I hurried to learn all of my new lines, practicing with my grandma and my mom. I soon realized that I had a problem- this character was a screamer. All throughout the play, she would scream as a running gag, as the rest of the cast covered their ears in dismay. I'm not a natural screamer. I couldn't even scream when the directors told me to. Consequently, the most uncomfortable moments of my life involved me screaming beside a chicken. It would then scream in response even louder, and my friend would say, "Again!" until I could finally scream as loud as the chicken. A couple of days later I stood on the stage during the performance and I gave a great scream, probably not the scariest that those in the audience had heard, but it was my very best, and that was enough.

I can give my time to others, make them little handmade gifts, and cook them soup when they're sick, but these things fade, and people so soon forget. But, words spoken at the right time are the sweetest things to the soul, and even though the receiver might not remember when they heard this truth, it sinks deep and changes them. It has the potential to set in motion benefits for the future, even if nobody remembers where the growth started. My favorite way to help others is by encouraging them. Now, I don't carelessly and insincerely give words of encouragement. I don't think it's right to be blindly optimistic or tell someone something that's not true. However, in truth, they have many wonderful things to be reminded of, no matter who they are or what they are going through. Encouraging those around me makes a difference that carries on into the future.

"Jack of all trades, master of none." It's a saying I hear my mom say on occasion, and I try to keep it in mind. One guest speaker on a leadership podcast I enjoy said something along the same lines, "Improve your strengths, hire for your weaknesses" He pointed out that there are some people who love to do what you hate to do, and instead of learning to be well-rounded, be the very best and one thing. Know your weaknesses so that you can fill in the gaps with people around you, who in turn are the very best at those things. My mom wishes that I painted more, and my brother wants me to practice the piano so I can play along with him, but my first priority is getting good at something which I really love, and I feel will be very valuable to me in the future- leadership. I invest my time in reading books and listening to podcasts. Soon, I will be investing money in going to college so that I can improve the quality of my businesses administration. Some might say it's tunnel-visioned, but I intend to do the very best at what I do.

The wrong motivation will get you to the wrong place, but no motivation will get you nowhere. I spent a long time going to the wrong place, and when I discovered that, it scared me. I so was terrified of ending up in the wrong spot that I spent a long time going nowhere. Now, I don't really know where I am, but at least I have a grasp of where I'm going. People are my main motivator for moving forward because I believe I can help them. Then, of course, I want more of Jesus, and each day is an opportunity to discover more about him. Sometimes I don't want to keep going, but then that's where people come in. If I can use my life to help at least one person, it would have been worth it. This is a reason to choose life and get up in the morning. If only to love that one person who doesn't think they're worth it.

I learned that sometimes my defense mechanisms aren't always best. This has been very valuable knowledge because now I know that I can't just go along with my feelings or impulses. When things got weird, or tough, or confusing, or just painful in general, I wanted to go hide in my room, and mentally I wanted to do about the same thing. I thought the problem was my emotions, but I discovered feeling numb was even less comfortable than feeling pain. At least I felt something. I least I could do something about it. Numb didn't mean happy. Numb meant incomplete, and I hated feeling incomplete. Then, I thought, maybe it's my head. Maybe I'm over reasoning and overthinking. But turning off logic means that nothing makes sense, and I was inexplicably angry the whole time, and I had no idea why. Well, I had heard someone say, just "Care less", so I tried that. I wasn't going to get to go on vacation I had been planning for two years because of Covid? Oh, I didn't care anyway. Going to miss my friend's performance in a musical? Oh, I didn't care anyway. I started not to care about anything. I was a passionless person without any motivation for the future because nothing really mattered to me. I learned that we were meant to be passionate, and hold on to things that really matter instead of just giving them up, and lying to ourselves. It's a more painful way to live, but I refuse to live my life in fear of pain. So, that's what I gained an understanding of about myself, and I'm still learning more every day.

A legacy is a big thing, and there are so many good impacts that one would want to leave. As little kids, don't we always have the biggest dreams, seeing ourselves as the ones who save the world? Now, I'm checking my heart and my motivations, and I still want to change the world, but now I want to do it even if nobody knows who I am. Still, I have family and friends that I can leave a legacy, even if not the entire world. To those closest to me, and perhaps those who never met me at all, I want my legacy to show, "Those who know your name trust in you, for you, O LORD, do not abandon those who search for you."- Psalm 9:10. I want my life to be a song that sings the goodness of God, that those who remember it would find in me a cause for joy and encouragement. I want what I do to be so impossible that everyone knows that I did not do it on my own, but they would be inspired to seek the Lord for themselves and find out for themselves that he does not abandon those who search for him, just like he never abandoned me.

Often, I have been called out as the girl who is always smiling. I think that those around me just figure that this happiness is who I naturally am. It's more like a choice, but I consistently choose it. So, I guess it is a part of who I am now. But here is my answer to all of them, when they ask, "Why are you always smiling?" In truth, so many things make me happy, all bunched up into one. I feel the key contributor right now, however, is fresh starts. I know I wouldn't have all of these wonderful happy things without a second chance. It's the door into the only place that I really want to be. Fresh starts are the most invigorating things in the world, like a breath of fresh spring air or a drink of cold water after a race. It says, "Tomorrow can wonderful". It says, "You're still not done". And if that doesn't make me happy, I don't think anything could.

I put the book down and smiled into my empty room. I stepped out into the living room, my heart so warm and content thinking over how every loose end was beautifully tied up. My brother was probably wondering why I had a silly grin on my face. It was just such a wonderful book. Now, three years after I first read Little Women, it still influences me. Little Women is the most inspiring fictional book that I've read. I've never related to a character so much as I did to Jo March. Most of the leading protagonists in the books that I read are fun to read about, but I still feel a disconnect between me and them. They are usually rebellious, quick-witted, feisty characters, who start rebellions and marry the rich prince, and they were wonderfully written. Still, Jo is such a real character, and it's obvious that Louisa May Alcott wrote Jo from her own experience. I related to her in a way that I never have to my own friends or to other characters. All the while, Little Women managed to stay beautiful and warm. It was not a sparkling fairytale, but it was better than that. Jo felt a dark pain, but she overcame her problems. This inspires me because it reminds me that there is still good and wholesome writing out there that entertains and encourages the readers, while also helping them in their own personal lives. That is one of my goals in everything that I write, and Little Women still inspires me to aim higher in my own fictional writing.

You are seen. It's a simple sentence, but a powerful one. Yet, you have to really understand it for its meaning to break through. We have all gone through life feeling overlooked or hidden, unseen and misunderstood. We are people who are yearning to be known and loved, so sometimes we do things that compromise ourselves and others. However, if we knew that we were seen, would we feel the need do things so that people would notice us? If we knew that were seen, would we be terrified of not being enough? Then our focuses could change away from ourselves and our insecurities because we would be assured of who we are, and we could look around and see others' needs and really help them selflessly. We could do it without needing their approval or love, so we would be empowered to do what was best for them, instead of what they wanted us to do. You are seen. It's true, though not many people know it. In essence, it's the freedom to let go of yourself so your hands are free to help others, and I want the whole world to know it.

I have to wear glasses to see far away. Still, when I hang around the house, I usually go without my glasses. The whole world is a little blurry, but I don't mind. There is beauty to it, and it helps me focus on what is in front of me. Claude Monet's "The Ice Flows" is one piece of art that captures that same type of soft beauty, and that inspires me. How is it that recreation of something can be more beautiful than the original landscape? Claude Monet's hand captured the beauty of the ice on the Seine in 1880 like no other. The hues blend into each other like something from a dream. It inspires me to see the world with those artistic eyes and notice what is below the surface. I dream to see beneath the obvious to the masterpiece hiding below, just like Monet was able to do.

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket." There are a lot of corny phrases in my Finance class' curriculum, however, this is one that stuck with me. This might be because of the large image of eggs plastered over the lesson, or having to figuratively spread out my "eggs" to create a balanced portfolio. Still, I can't deny the truth to the advice. Things go up and down. Everything is subject to change. Therefore, it's not wise to have everything riding on a single thing. Splitting investments up increases opportunity and reduces risk, while still allowing for some great potential. With this system, some money can be kept safe, like in a Certificate of Deposit, while some other money can be growing exponentially in the stock market. However, if something were to happen to the money invested in stocks, there would still be money safely spread out between the other investments.

It takes on average, about 3 to 5 years on a waiting list to get a kidney transplant. There are about 90,000 people on those lists alone, not including other organ transplant lists. As a whole, the demand greatly exceeds the supply. My grandpa is on dialysis, and he is also on one of those transplant lists. Thankfully, he has been doing great with the treatment and has been living his life as normally as he can. However, that is not the case for everyone. My grandpa, and the many others out there are why I am excited about artificial organs. Back in 2011, a TED talk speaker 3D printed a kidney in front of a live audience. This shows that the technology is not so far out of reach, and many advancements have been made since that video was recorded. Right now, scientists have successfully grown artificial organs, and some engineered transplants have even been carried out. The scientist's current approach is to use the patient's own stem cells and grow a new organ in a specially designed mold. This technology would save many lives. Those who are in vital need of an organ transplant would be able to get it without having to wait nearly as long. Also, in traditional organ transplants, the recipient needs to be on immune system suppressing drugs for the rest of their lives, since the body attacks the foreign organ. This opens up the body to many other dangers because the immune system, which is critical in fighting disease, would be compromised. However, with an artificial organ, the recipient wouldn't need immune system suppressant medication afterward. Artificial organs would be made of the patients own stem cells, so the body would not reject it. All in all, this is one technology that would have a great life-saving impact on the world.

As a first-grader, I was very impressionable, but also very curious. Although I believed just about anything someone told me, critical thinking was blossoming, and one phrase made absolutely no sense to me.; “A Girl Scout always leaves a place cleaner than she found it,”. How was that possible? The classroom wasn't that dirty when we arrived, how would I clean it up? Funny enough, now I'm right along with them. I want to leave this world better off than how I found it. Of course, there are a lot of problems in this world, but one I am passionate about is systems. There are systems in everything, and if we can optimize them, everything can be made more efficient, reducing waste, and leaving more resources to be put towards those who really need it. Now, this requires something revolutionary, or maybe it just requires something amazingly simple. I can start small, in fact, I'm going to have to start small. But, instead of reinventing the wheel, as they say, how about finding a material that optimizes the performance of the wheel, like aluminum over wood. If we can filter out the unnecessary steps in our food systems, transportation systems, ad organization systems, we can create more with less waste, and if that's not leaving a place cleaner, then I don't know what is.

Last week was my grandma's 85th birthday. It was especially hard for her, because my grandma loves to be around her family, however, no one other than my mom and I could visit her, because of covid. Still, we sang happy birthday, opened gifts, took pictures, and comforted her the best we knew how. Acts of service take numerous forms. Personally, I feel that I am the most help with my time, energy, and attitude. I approach those who need me with a smile, and a happy heart, ready to serve in whatever way I can. Volunteering has been cut short these past two years, and one of my favorite things to do is to take care of the elderly. However, that was one of the most off-limit things. This left me to turn around and try and discover another way to serve those in my community. So the past two years, I have prepared meals for my family. When my aunt was feeling under the weather, I sent her some tea and lemon-turmeric soup. I volunteered to watch children for my neighbor when she needed me. It's not at all what I had in mind. But what I learned is that no matter what life throws at us, there are still ways to make a difference.

"Good job." That doesn't much come from some people, but it means everything coming from others. Certain types of people don't talk very much, so when they do, everything they say carries such meaning. I actively listen to those around me by taking an extra moment to understand what they are really saying. I give them my attention, especially if they are someone in my life who doesn't communicate often. Listening is a form of love, it is a way of showing that you care. There are people who are yearning for attention, yearning for someone to simply notice them. Quietly, they try their best, reaching out for someone to hear what they are saying. I have been one of these people, only wanting someone to notice my problem. I didn't want them to fix my problem. I just wanted them to see me. I just wanted them to hear me. So, I have decided that I will be one who is actively listening so that those who I'm around do not go unnoticed. I am determined not to let the busyness and loudness of the day pull me away from the quiet ones, who might simply need someone to stop and listen.

"Love so easily broken was never love at all." This is a phrase that I live by. Everyone knows what it is to be disappointed by others. Everyone knows what it's like to trust someone and get hurt. The most tempting thing for me in those situations is to back away, shaking my head. They hurt me, and now I don't want to be particularly kind to them. Yet, love that was conditional, was never love at all because love has no conditions. So, I take a deep breath and choose to forgive. Now, I don't mean this in a way of putting myself in dangerous situations, sticking with people who continually hurt me, or even trusting people. However, I am determined to forgive them and honor them while keeping a distance if necessary. I don't need to hold anything against them, and I am decided not to. I most value my ability to love, because I feel it is the most important thing for a person in this world to do. There are so many other important values, and they should never be overlooked. However, I believe that if I'm loving, then I'm working hard, living selflessly, and being resilient as well. So, it is a kind of umbrella term because love does no wrong to others. Love is not a feeling, but a choice, and it's a skill that I have worked hard to develop over the years. I wish I could say that it has been easy for me, but it hasn't. I have intentionally chosen to love those around me the best that I can. Over time, I've learned that my love has grown, not by accident, but by intentionality. I want to see those around me in a better spot than they were before. I want to put them first. Furthermore, I believe that people respond differently to things depending on who they are around. Being judgemental and bothersome brings out the worst in people. Being caring and compassionate awakens people's hearts. It empowers them to respond in the same caring way, not only to me but to others around them. I don't expect change to be immediate, but I expect to live so differently, that people have to notice. Loving is a compound of a lot of things. It means doing my very best at whatever I'm doing, for whoever I'm doing it for. It means taking care of others before myself. These are also qualities that lead to promotion, and dedication is not without results. This is why I believe that being a person of love will help me most in my life journey, while also helping many others.

When my parents saw me sitting on the floor, surrounded by my dolls, a notebook covered in figures, and names in my hand, I wonder what they thought I was doing. I certainly was not playing house with these Barbies. I was scheduling out every part of each of their days, down to the half-hour. Then, once I had finished writing out that schedule, I would make a new one, with a new system. I am passionate about planning things out and organizing schedules. Do I realize how boring this sounds when I write this? Yes, yes I do. But there is something absolutely wonderful about how minutes falls into place. I could plan out everything. My day, the next hour, the week, the month, or one of my favorites- events, and I don't think I would ever get tired of it. Now, I'm trying to find new ways to apply what I love to do. It does help me to organize my day in sections, but how could I use this to help those around me. In the past, I've aided my mom in planning Christmas and birthday parties, but I'm looking for other ways to help. All things considered, I'm looking forward to whatever my future holds, because no matter where I am, I can always use a list.

The future is a place of endless possibilities. Yet, some people, like me, have a clear and direct one that they are aiming for. It all started -actually, I'm not sure when it started; I just know that ever since I can remember I have wanted to own my own business(es). It consumed me, in a way. It shaped everything I chose and everything I did, from the posters I hung on my walls, to the outfit that I picked out at the store. But, there is so much more to life than a career. The good thing is, this dream is so much more than a profession. It's funny how something can be so clear yet so vague. I know I want to create something that changes the world, that reaches every corner of the globe, and makes an impact for the better. What that is, I don't know yet, but I'm not stopping until I have done what I've come to do. A wonderful realization that I've had recently though, is that my purpose doesn't have to be years away when I'm older, and successful, and out doing the things I love to do. My purpose can start today, right now. I can fill in a volunteer job last minute when my neighbor calls me. I can create a presentation for my parents to help them decide which purchase is best for them. I can sit down with my brother and help him create a schedule for his day so that his time can be spent most efficiently. My goals and dreams can start right now.

Education is empowerment. It is through knowledge and learning that we equip ourselves for our future. This does not just apply to youths, but to parents, grandparents, and employers. In the same way, education inequity affects us all. If we want to ensure a better tomorrow, it involves investing in the education of those today. No one should be overlooked, no matter inconsequential they seem.

My grandma turned 84 years old this year. Just a couple days before her birthday though, she was in the hospital. Her heart was beating irregularly, and she spent the entire week in the cardiac ward as they monitored how she was responding to a new medication. I didn't know what do for her. I didn't know what she needed. My mom visited everyday and told me that she was really feeling down and depressed. My Grandma was very anxious about many things, and my mom believes that is what triggered her condition in the first place. She had a panic attack about my parents and I travelling out of state this January. As my Mom described my grandma's condition, there were many wrong that I wanted to fix, but what could I do for her? Thankfully, she is home now. However, there are more things that she needs. A new diet with lower sodium to lower her blood pressure needs to be put in place. She has to wear oxygen around the house, so she can't be by any open flames. Along with that, she needs a lot of encouragement. A big part of the problem was that she was working herself up with fear until she started hyperventilating. It got to the point where she needed to go the hospital. In response, my Mom and I jumped to action. Really, it was mostly my mom making sacrifices. She spent the entire week at the hospital, much more time that she had to, just to make sure my grandma was taken care of. Meanwhile, I was at home. With my time, I painted her a little Goldfinch, since she used to have finches in her house, and then asked my mom to give it her. It was my effort to show up and show my Grandma that I had not forgotten about her, and to do something special for her. With advice from my family, I composed a meal plan for her that would be easy for the family. It would behigh in fiber, which lowers cholesterol, and be low in sodium, and be rich in the healthy fats, like avocados. I am so proud of my mom, who gives up her days to go over to my Grandmas house, and cook meals, mostly to love and be an encouragement to her. They pray together and she helps her with whatever she sees the need for. My mom is actually there right now, as I write these words. Yesterday was my grandma's birthday, which was especially hard because my grandma loves to be around her family, but no one showed up except for my mom and I, due to this current season. We sang happy birthday, opened gifts, took pictures, and loved her the best we knew how. After all that, and it still istn't over, I am so glad for the opportunity to support those in need, those I love. She had brightened up by the end of the day, and it was such a joy to me. I finally understood why my mom was coming back from the hospital visits the cheeriest I had seen her in a while. Helping others impacts the giver, it seems, just as much as those you giving to. So now I am praying and thinking over anything else I can do to show up for not only my grandma, but anyone else who needs me.

"It is more blessed to give than to receive." This is something that I have been hearing my whole life, but it didn't sound quite right. How is giving better than getting something? As I've gotten older, I've begun to see the reality of this truth. Giving is important to me because it is a way for me to love those around me. I consider myself one of the most fortunate people out there: I have two wonderful parents, I'm healthy, I live in a happy home, and I'm surrounded by people who love me. But I know this is not the case for everyone. So, as much as I can, I want to help and love those around me so that they can live their best lives also. If I have been given so much, I don't want to let it end with me. Giving to others takes a lot of forms. I don't quite have a disposable income at hand, but there are many other things that I can offer. I give my time, by volunteering, and spending time with people who I know are lonely. I give my words, through voice and text encouraging people. I try to be intentional to remember those I haven't seen in a while. I often do this by sending them a text, just to check-in, and remind them I'm here if they need anything. I also give through my abilities, like cooking. I make the meals for the mom so she is free to rest and do other things. Just recently I sent some tea and lemon-turmeric soup over to my aunt when she was under the weather. These things are not chores, but something that I love to do. I've learned it really is better to give than to receive.

It was just a normal November. I didn't know that the next few months would be the hardest I had ever gone through. Since I was a toddler, I had always dreamed of being a businesswoman. When I was 6, I hosted my own little restaurant and forced my family to order their food before I would bring it out. When I was 8, I started a bank in the corner of my living room. Online, I picked out suits for me to wear when I would walk through my own company. But, things don't always go as planned, and this dream that kept me going my entire life collapsed. Oddly enough, nothing really changed except for my perception, and what I thought was an unshakable dream was threatened to never come to pass. I figured then, what's the point? After 4 months, I began to dream again. Part of me didn't want to, because I didn't want to hurt again. Nonetheless, I came through it. I can't say, "I picked myself up, and moved on" because I was incapable of doing that. I owe it to everyone around me for all of their love, which allowed me to look forward with hope. Reflecting on this now, I see that this dream was an inadequate and fragile motivation, and I'm sure that being a CEO could not have really satisfied me. It's absurd to say, but I'm actually glad it happened. And more than that, that it's over with because I gained a new sense and stability. I still want to be a CEO someday, but my hope is in other things too. I'm so much more preapared now, and excited, even though my future might not be the little town I created in my head.

My mother was not with me the entire week. Instead, she spent each day at the hospital with my grandmother. She talked to her, cared for her, and made sure she was being cared for. My mother had many other things to do that week, like paying bills, and projects that she had wanted to get to for a long time. She could have visited for a little each day and no one would have thought it neglect, but she chose to go the extra mile, and selflessly made sure that her mother had everything that she needed. Now my Grandma is home from the hospital, and my mom is helping her implement a healthier diet so that she can live a long, healthy, life. In the same way, I want to change from being self-focused, to selfless in all that I do. There are so many other people other than me, many who really need help. If I can just get my eyes off myself, I can take care of them. At my age and in my position, that it mostly done through giving my time, using my skills, and through encouraging words. So far, in order to bring myself closer to my goal, I have implemented a couple new things into my life. The most impactful has been setting apart an amount of time to simply rest. I put my phone in another room. I stop my school work. I turn off music. Then, in the quietness and peace, I'm able to catch a breathe, and things become clearer. I try to think of ways that I could bless each person I'm going to see that day. With the rejuvination from that little rest, I feel I am able to give so much more. This scholarship would be a catapult for me to attend a college where I could grow and learn even more on how to help and love others. Also, it would take a load off of myself and my family, allowing us to be free to use our resources for other openhanded uses. By no means do I want what I am given to end with me. Some of these openhanded uses would be putting the money from higher income reached through my college education towards philanthropy. I have longed dreamed of investing in organizations that work to do good. This scholarship would mean that I could not only give to others through my words and time, but in the future, also with my finances.

The morning of my 15th birthday, I was met with an unexpected surprise. I stepped towards the large window at the back of my house, which showed a sprawling field, covered in snow. I had been like that for months. But, beside the window, in a pot, stood a watermelon-red lily which had managed to bloom while I had been sleeping. The plant had been sitting there for months, without a flower, but just to see it there on my birthday was enough to bring a huge grin to my face. I tried to capture its beauty- the contrast created between the sparkling snow and its velvet petals, but my camera just couldn't do the trick. Something about the way flowers bloom is beautiful every time. And there are those who don't like cloudy days, but you can't deny that they have a sweetness to them. Tangerine sunrises can be enjoyed with fresh beauty every day if we only have the eyes to see the simple and amazing things around us. Just because it's day to day doesn't mean that it's not amazing.

Focus on what really matters. My 71-year-old grandmother walked into my bedroom one day, as my cousin and I watched a workout video. She came beside us, sat down on the carpet, and followed along, showing off her ability to still do the splits. Her youthfulness at her age is due to a combination of things, that can't be denied. For instance, she always took care of herself, watched what she ate, and exercised regularly. But more than that, she kept her eyes on the things that really mattered to her, like family and health. I believe that priorities need to be set from the beginning and then protected. Though it is hard, this is the only way that what is important is not overcome by what is pressing. It is so easy to put first the urgent things to a point where the vital things are overlooked. Living from the standpoint of focusing on what really matters provides a more stress-free, relaxed, and healthy life.

"I was literally crying at the ending." That was the comment I received after I dared share my work with someone else. Although crying can sometimes have a bad connotation, as a writer, not much touches me more. It meant that my story, and my characters meant something to someone. I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day, imagining how these people in my head who meant so much to me had an affect on someone else. This could not be achieved by simply stating facts or points. This can only be achieved through story-telling. There are books that I read years ago that still revertabrate in the decisions that I make today. They had a great impact on me, and therefore have an impact on those influenced by me and my decisions. The ripple grows wider and wider, flowing out into the world, all started by a moving piece which someone decided was worth writing. Stories change the world. Whether told through music, or poetry, or prose, narratives shape all that we are. We are people who love to relate, and love to be understood. We are people who emphathize with those around us, but sometimes there is a gap. There are point of views we can't understand, or don't even realize exist. We are limited. We can only live one life, and only see so many things at once. However, writing allows readers to slip into a different suit. Through poetry and novels, we are able to live different lives and see things through other's point of view. This expands not only our knowledge, but our ability to empathize with the world around us. We do not just grow mind-wise, we grow heart-wise. Still, stories change the way people think. They are powerful in teaching lessons, where simple facts are not. Logos is important, but Pathos and Ethos must be tapped into as well. Through these things, writers can bring compassion to situations, and bring meaning to things that were previously not understood. Along with that, and perhaps even more powerful, stories awake our imagination. They encourage us to dream bigger. They allow us to step into realities we never dreamt existed, from a school for wizards, to daring to imagine oneday being the CEO of a fortune 500 company. Writing is vital to bringing positive change to the world. We as writers can argue for better, and show people our side simply through expressing ourselves genuinely.

Set a Fire, by Will Reagan is the song that most inspires me. It is an anthem, all about the longing and hunger for more of God. The chorus repeats, "I want more, I want more", in such a way that pulls me away from whatever task I'm in at the moment. My first and true goal in life is to know God, but that can be clouded out from the business of the day. This song is such a wonderful reminder to me of our wonderful savior and how there are always more aspects of him to be discovered. This inspires me to continue pressing in for more, to take deeper breaths, and lean into Jesus. The bridge calls out, "No place I would rather be, than here in your love." There is a joy in loving Jesus, and contentment no matter my circumstances. This joy and peace allow me to be the best version of myself despite everything else around me.

Everyone is looking for connection. Everyone wants to be understood. Recently, I realized that there's a reason for the countless playlists of relatable tik toks on Youtube. It's the same reason that the songs with lyrics about the pains of life shoot to the top of the charts. However, as I sat at my family's piano, pen in hand, there was something off about the lyrics flowing out. I was writing my hurt, my problems, and every other emotion I was feeling. But what I was giving to those around me would be exactly that. Still, I wanted to bring life to those around me, not give them more of what they already had. It hit me, and now it seems so obvious- reliability makes us feel less alone. So, my brother and I went on a walk. We discussed how plain happy songs and pretending that everything is always fine just isn't realistic and is sometimes downright abrasive. Nobody should have to force all of their negative emotions down. But, what if, I met those around me where they were, in the seemingly drowning emotions and sorrow, but didn't end there? After looking pain right in the face, what if I chose to look further? Could I help those who heard my music look further as well? It's in those places that everything looks dark. But it's in those places where you need to hear "this is not the end" the most. It's an incredible gift to meet people with your art, but an even more powerful one to then lift them higher. This doesn't just apply to music, but to every area of my life- my tone of voice, the texts I send, the choices I make. And I want to bring life in all that I do.