(Sorry if this is long. I want to remember the whole thing.) Skim if you want. The Epiphany will be clearly marked.
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Okay, Kira, *untangles self from her shaking*, and Aurora Borealis, stop asking like that *laughs* It's difficult to resist.
For a very long time, I have known that I want to be an author. I love writing stories, and my friends and family seem to, too. I think, if I had to set a time when I knew that is what i wanted, it would be in fifth grade. The student teacher gave comments to everyone in class at the end of the year. On mine, she wrote that she was thrilled with my Redwood writing. (Too bad I never got that one back). The next year, I heard for the first time that "I will be the next J.K Rowling". *blushes* Isn't that a bit much?
However, I can't support myself by just writing even if I toss in my poetry, too. For a while, finding a career that pays and equals my avid desire to write has been a nightmare and torment. . My parents worried that I wasn't putting forth enough of my "creativity" into it. (Until the past weekend where we reached a medium). Those teachers that I was close to kept saying "You have great talent" "Just get out there and look around" "You'll have the world at your feet". Heh. Quite the difference in confidence there. I have always believed in "following my heart" or gut as they called it in my college. My gut feeling was "OH, crap, I'm in trouble." XD
I'd say half of my stress level had gone into it. Messsss.
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In the morning, I woke and started reading a novel for class. I got sucked in, and whether the novel gave me the final push to epiphany or not, this is the book.
I started crying pretty quick.
The speaker is an old man/young boy in Seatle. The story leaps between the man's present and back to his young years. It's a story about two children of immigrants... the boy Chinese and the girl Japanese. They're forbidden to speak to each other in their parents' world, but are both outsiders sent by their parents' to the white school. This tale is about WWII and its effect on the Aisan communities in America, the injustice and fear the Japanese immigrants felt, even burning their wedding photos.. and kimonos...
I am halfway and the epiphany hit me halfway.
EPIPHANY~~
While crying, it suddenly hit me! This is what I want to do that equals being an author, collect people's stories.... reallly just delve into the stories at their heart. I have always been interested in this, but I guess, at the same time, I was scared. I gues... wondering if it would be too much on me... if I have the will.
This time, my gut feeling erupted and I knew, I may be scared, but I really want to do this. AAfter a break, it's time for Graduate school and a Folklore degree, maybe combine it with more languages to reach into more story environments.
So *leaps and hugs* HYPERRRR!!! And happy!!!
There it is. *tries to sit and not jump on people* 
P.S. The teacher of the book told me, as did my dad who called from Washington DC to hear the news 
, remind me that I don't have to start huge or tumultuous moments. They're right.
HAPPINESSSS TO EVERYONEE~~ And I am not drunk, just tipsy on emotions. XD
FOLLOW YOUR HEART!!
