Hello there.

 Imagine being a twelve year old in an English class. You are curious about the world, and you want to tell everyone about the view from your own eyes. Aspiring to be a writer, a journalist, an activist, just to be told by your teacher that you are no good. My world shattered on that day. I wanted to change the world with words. Then Mrs. C (the name is irrelevant) decides to take it upon herself to inform me that I was not born to write, in fact, I wasn't even good at it and that I should not pursue it any longer.
    An educators job is to create curiosity and wonder in a child, not to demolish it. After those hurtful words I struggled to write. Before, I had written over 20 short stories starring a mischievous bunny. My self-worth diminished before I even understood what that meant. I continued to write short poems, but dared not show them to a soul. Most of them wound up in the trash bin next to my bed.
    I had a dream the other night that I was writing a blog or an article of some sort. I had followers and people who cared what I had to say. I was even in the process of writing a book. After discussing this dream with my love, Nick, he encouraged me to start a blog. I of course suggested that no one would care to read about my life. I felt that I had nothing important to say. He, being the wonderful man that he is, told me otherwise.
    So here is to a new chapter in my life (pun intended). And these next words are from my dream: I no longer care if you want to listen. If you don't want to hear what I have to say about my life then read something else. I'm here to change the world with words. I'm here to share a piece of me with a whole lot of people. I have things to say and people need to hear them. So, for my new and future readers, Hello. My name is Sarah Jane, and I am learning to become free.