“You don’t look like you belong here.” I was wearing whatever funky, out-of-the-box outfit I had thrown together at the time—all I remember is it involved hot pink and possibly leopard print. That was probably a decade and a half ago...walking into Big Lots with my mom in Florence, SC, my home for the better part of my adolescent years. Her comment at the time made my soul soar a bit—I’ve always been a big dreamer and never was really part of a particular crowd in school. I was the girl who wanted to be popular and liked, but was stuck between my conscience and morals, and the desire for acceptance. My mom’s comment wasn’t one of criticism but rather a confirmation that little ‘ole Florence wasn’t big enough for my dreams and ambitions. Little did I know that—fast forward several handfuls of years—I’d be living an hour or so train ride from “The City of Dreams”. The Big Apple. It’s amazing to look back on the puzzle pieces that were created that brought me to where I am today. A Cali-born, southern girl living in a yankee world. I’ve spent the last 7 years wondering what in the world I’m doing on Long Island, wondering what God is trying to show and teach me, wondering, “what’s next?”, wondering when this feeling I’ve always had of 'something great is about to happen' will finally feel achieved. I guess that’s what life is about. Constantly striving for that end goal...that feeling of achieving greatness. I love the cliché quote, “Life is a journey, not a destination”. It’s taken me a few physical moves, several coming-to-Jesus-meetings with myself, and at least 7 birthdays to get that. God only knows what tomorrow brings but in the meantime, I'm determined to be the best ME I can be--follower of Jesus, wife, mother to two miracles, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, artist, and every other title I go by. This life is not a dress rehearsal, we only get one chance to live it so it might as well be great.