Life isn’t measured by the number of breaths you take but by the number of moments that take our breath away.

Ever since I was young, I have been thinking about what I wanted to be when I grew up.

When I was really young I told my parents I wanted to be a pizza man.

I think I just really liked food. And mixing stuff together.

When I got older, two things kind of drove me. My art and the non-profit children’s magazine that I started with my sister.

Art made me see the world differently.

Social change made me an activist.

The answer came to me junior year of college. I was furiously writing down random ideas for things I liked doing until everything came together,

I saw this vision. A vision of me on the move.

Speaking to people.

Connecting with people one on one.

Making art.

I wanted to be a motivational speaker, a life coach.

Someone who could show people the beauty in their own lives and the people around them.

Someone who can make people feel strong and happy just by talking to them.

Someone who can show people the peace and love in their life.

Everyday I prepare for that future. But until then, I’m laying low.