It’s been a while
I know I haven’t really posted here in a long time. In fact, I don’t even know if people follow this blog anymore but I just have the need to speak my mind today. Ever since I was a little kid I believed that as long as you were passionate people would recognize it. As long as you put your heart and soul into something you love doing, no one will stop you. And you know what, maybe I’m an idealistic person but I believe that’s the way it should work. I’m really passionate about an organization on campus and I have devoted my time ever since I was a freshman in high school to work for this cause. In return, I was given hope and a place that helped me get through some tough moments for me in my life. I was passionate about this organization and it had always been my favorite event since the day I got involved. In college I was excited to get more involved with this organization and had worked my way up to be part of my favorite part of the whole event. It was the part that meant the most to me emotionally I learned that job inside and out. I came to school this year ready to be part of this amazing organization and applied to be part of the planning team I had previously been part of, trusting that my passion and devotion would help me get the position I desired. Today I got a very heartbreaking email that I was put on the wait list for the position I loved so much. I felt like somebody slapped me in the face and stole one of the hugest things I cared about. Somebody had come between me and something I devoted my life and soul into. Sure I could have volunteer or be part of a subcommittee but I wouldn’t be doing the job that I loved ever so much. I was so shocked that my passion, love and devotion for this organization was overlooked or ignored. Call me childish, but I refused to help this years planning team this year since they stopped me from doing what I loved. I had found something that meant so much to me and it was taken from me for reasons I am not aware of. I began questioning my prior year performance but I knew I had done a pretty decent job and there had to be more to it. Right now I just feel helpless, anger and so much pain. I had to battle tears as I told my best friend what had happened… So I guess maybe my dad is right. Passion is not always appreciated. But then again, I never want to be part of an organization that doesn’t care about my passion so here’s to a new hope.