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I moved to New York at 17 with a dream of becoming an editor at a Fashion magazine. At the time, nothing could stop me and this photo is one of my favorite memories of that. I had just left Blackbook magazine where I had my first article published that year at the baby age of 18 on the store Inven.tory, where this photo was taken. I was writing for Refinery29, when there was less than 10 people working at the company and was given the freedom, even as an intern, to write what I wanted. I was living my dream and nothing could get in my way, I remember feeling here. But soon, youth took over and I discovered the nightlife of New York City and that's all I cared about. I began to rebel against my dream in favor of seeing and being seen, the flashy allure of the glamour that is Manhattan at night. My editor pulled me aside one day and looked at me with the sternest face I had ever seen and asked me if I took myself seriously, that I had potential to be great but wasn't living up to it. Looking back I would tell my 18 year old self that she wasn't being mean, she saw greatness in you and was trying to get you back on track, to not walk away that day, to not walk away from your dream. But I did. I was young and didn't know better. Ten years later I still think about that moment, and all the moments I've walked away from myself. I think about how we all have potential inside of us that's just waiting to be expressed if we could just get out of our own way, if we could just face the challenges and didn't walk away when things got uncomfortable. A month ago I challenged myself to 100 days of writing. I knew I have a gift and I had to start doing something with it. I really wanted to challenge myself to show up for myself and I said, "maybe something will come out of it, maybe nothing will." A month in and on a dream I walked out on, 10 years later I've been offered my first paid job as a freelance writer. It showed me that it's never too late to walk back in on your dreams. In this photo however, I was actually looking at myself in the mirror and if I could go back in time I would tell myself, "Keep going, keep going, keep going."