I believe in never giving up on your dreams. It doesn’t matter how high or farfetched they are, I believe you can’t give up on them.
I have always aimed high when it came to my dreams, and yes, sometimes I did want to toss those high hopes in the trash and move onto the next one. However, I never did.
I started my life planning at a very young age. At age seven, I decided that Penn State was the school where I would get my degree from. In high school, it looked like that dream of attending Penn State wouldn’t ever be achieved. My SAT scores weren’t very great, and my GPA was something that wasn’t very nice to look at.
However, Penn State Mont Alto decided to take a chance on me, and they accepted me into their Communications Program. So I got to achieve my dream of attending Penn State and come springtime, I’ll get that degree I’ve been hoping for.
In middle school, I realized that I love to write. I wanted to do it every day of my life and eventually make a career out of it. Though, when I found out that you really can’t start your adult life as a full-time author, I decided on journalism instead. I put my heart into having a passion for journalism, and now here I am in the journalism program at Penn State.
Two huge dreams in my life that I never gave up on all because I believe in never giving up on your dreams.
In my freshman year of high school, I visited the Big Apple. In that visit, I formed my biggest dream, but also my biggest struggle.
I fell in love with the city as soon as I stepped off the bus. The small city girl finds herself in the big city world and felt at home. In that visit, I decided that I would eventually move to New York. I visited the city nine times after the first. It became my favorite place to go because there was always something new for me to see.
Throughout the nine visits, where in the state I wanted to live changed often. Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens. I went back and forth on all of them, but the dream of New York stayed the same.
The biggest blow to my love for New York came when I realized how expensive it really is to live there. My friends that live in Long Island constantly put it in my head that it is very expensive to live there. My mother constantly told me I would be paying a thousand dollars in rent to live in a shoebox.
Eventually, I started thinking negatively about the area. I started doubting my ability to “make it” there, and I even started thinking about moving to Florida with my Long Islanders who are looking to get out of the state.
It was the first time I had ever started giving up on that dream. I had always been so sure of having a life up there. I hated the feeling like I was giving up my love of New York. I had managed to find great reasons for me to move to Florida, but it still didn’t feel right in my gut.
I knew it was because I didn’t want to give up on my dream.
So, I’m choosing to go with my guy. I still want to move to New York when I am financially stable enough to move there. Which city I end up moving to, that still up in the air, but as long as I end up in New York, I’ll still feel like I accomplished my dream.
I am choosing not to give up on my dream, and I believe that if you give up on your dreams, you’re not going to be happy. You can tweak and adjust what your dreams consist of, but you can’t give up on them.