I don't really know when I stopped wishing I was brave and just was. I don't have a sob story in which I'm the heroine- honestly, I'm probably just more obnoxiously determined than anything. I think it occurred to me one day that if I started something, by my very nature I would finish it; therefore, all I needed to be brave enough to do was take the first step. Say the first word. Hit the first note. When I realized that, my world opened up and I became a little bit brave.
I try to do something brave as often as I can. It's not usually anything too big- I just like saying things that people normally wouldn't, and doing things that I used to be too scared to do. Last night I did something like that. I changed my major from New Media & Communications, which I've never been completely satisfied with, to Music.
I've wanted to major in music since I was nine years old. That's always been the dream, ever since I knew what college was. For as long as I can remember, music has been as necessary to me as breathing. But as I grew older, I started getting practical. I started looking at degree programs that would help me get a job, rather than allow me to study something I truly love. It took over a year of college and 4 major changes, but I've finally landed where I want to be, and where I truly believe that God has always been leading me.
Now, I know what you're thinking. So go ahead, ask the question. I'm ready for it.
"Oh, you're majoring in music... so whatcha gonna do with that?"
I have one answer for you. It's an answer that has had me grinning all morning, with a joy in my heart that I don't think I've ever had before. Judge me for it, I don't care. But here's my answer:
"Love it."
