The first time I tried on a wedding gown was for a commercial.
The first time I wore a wedding ring was on stage.
In the entirety of my lifetime, I have spent countless hours dedicated to the pursuit of analyzing and presenting the accomplishments of other people to broader audiences.
I excelled in school, studying the texts and accolades of others.
When I wrote, I wrote the life stories of others--where they were going and what they were doing.
When I danced, it was to others' music--with movements choreographed by various teachers.
When I sang, the songs were compositions of masters, conducted by learned musicians.
And when I've acted, I've always taken the stage as someone else...in an effort to bring light to someone else's story and someone else's vision.
But whatever became of my vision? Where is my music? Where is my song? Where is my story?
Where is my purpose?
Surely, I was not put here merely to give light to other people's dreams. Surely I am allowed some of my own? Surely, I too, am deserving of a story, dance, a song?
The next time I wear a wedding dress, I want it to be my own. The ring, my own. No longer the instrument, let me be the masterpiece on the page.