Who, or what, are you serving?

Hmmm...that is a difficult question. I've never considered myself as "serving" anyone or anything, save the few years when I turned to Christianity in an effort to escape my abuse at home...

I suppose one could say that I serve my dreams. As a child, I had many dreams. I wanted to be everything. A pilot, a chef, a writer, a teacher, a carpenter, a psychologist, an artist, and many more. But...most of all...I wanted to be British. lol It's silly, right? That my biggest dream is to be British? But my sense of humour and general personality has always fit in better with Brits than with Americans. Plus...the landscape. My god, the nature is gorgeous, and there's nothing more beautiful to me than nature. Of course...around the age of 12-15...I genuinely believed that I wouldn't survive to adulthood. And once I hit the age of 16, and moved out of my step-dad's house, my dreams seemed to intertwine. Not only did I want to be British, but I wanted to help abused children. I wanted to make sure that no teenager that I met would ever cut themselves, like I had, because they felt it was the only way to stop the pain. And when I realised that my imagination could come in handy for writing novels, it seemed only natural (of course, because how could it be any other way?) that I should add that to my big dream. So it became my dream to help teenagers by writing novels, and write novels by being inspired by the breathtaking beauty of the hills of North Wales.

I suppose I also serve love. To me...there is nothing more important than being loved. As the theme song for one of my favourite TV shows, Charmed, says, "I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does". Because of my hypothyroidism, I was quite overweight, and I thought it was impossible that I would find someone to love me, because no one would get past the first appearance of my weight. So, naturally, I had my heart broken many times. And then I found Simon. Not only does he not care about my weight, but he loves everything about me. It's such a strange concept to me that someone should love absolutely every part of me. I've never found someone who loved more than one part of me at a time, not even my parents, so...it's so refreshingly, indescribably lovely. And, of course, he's studying in North Wales, at the very university that I've been accepted to. So, naturally, being with him becomes part of my bigger dream. And I serve that dream with every fibre of my being. And once I achieve it, I'll find a new dream to serve.