Growing up, I never really had any talents or that something that made me unique. I was either mediocre or just downright horrible at everything. Being raised in Andover, MA I was surrounded by protégée wannabes. All the parents in my town thought that their little Suzy or Tommy was so talented because they took one violin class. Then there was me and all anyone could ever say was “There is Sara…she is a sweet girl.” Geez, thanks I feel special.
There were two areas in Andover where a kid could stand out: academics or athletics. Luckily for me, I was no Einstein or Mia Ham. I got good grades but growing up with a learning disability and dyslexia I knew that becoming the class Victorian or wining the national spelling bee was never going to be in my future.
Athletics was a whole different disaster. The term “uncoordinated” was invented specially for me. In gym, I was always the last kid picked in dodge ball, not because I was unpopular but just because I was a medical emergency waiting to happen. The words “Sara” and “graceful” will never be found in the same sentence. To put it bluntly, if I can go a day without falling to my death then it’s been a great day.
With academics and athletics clearly getting me no where in life, I was determined to find that thing to make me stand out. With that goal in mind, I started doing every club and activity offered imaginable. I wanted people to know me other then that sweet quiet girl. I wanted people to say “Oh, that Sara is going places,” or “Sara? Yeah she is going to be famous and be on Oprah.” Anything to get people to stop calling me sweet.
Around this time I started to write feverishly. I carried a notebook everywhere I went and whenever inspiration found me, you could see my hand gliding across my notebook faster than marathon runner. The whole process of releasing my thoughts from pen to paper was cathartic for me. However, I never thought of writing as anything serious. It was just a hobby for me.
Somewhere in between all the clubs I joined, I decided acting was going to be my ticket to success. I was going to be the next Julia Roberts I told myself. However, it’s hard to be the next Julia Roberts when the only parts you get are Lady in Waiting number 7. Despite the setbacks, I was persistent and convinced if I just worked my way up in the drama department soon I would be on my way to leading lady and making out with Orlando Bloom.
I guess some dreams never really have a chance at becoming a reality.
In my 8th grade English class, my teacher assigned for everyone to write a short story. Being blessed with a vivid imagination, I banged out a story within the first 15 minutes of class. My teacher read the story and was impressed. “You know Sara, you are a good writer. You should think about becoming one professionally,” she said to me. As soon as those words left her mouth, my mind went “Duh Sara. You are standing here trying to win a freaking Academy Award when your real talent is right under your nose. Literally.”
Writing soon became more than just a hobby for me. It became my passion, the thing I wanted to do all the time. The thing that made me special. I don’t what career I will choose in the future but I can guarantee that writing will be a huge factor in it. If there is anything I have learned it is that everyone has a talent, it just takes some people a little longer to figure out what theirs is.