Two years ago, I was the single happiest girl on the entire planet when I got chosen to meet my inspiration and role model. I got to hug her and tell her that I loved her. And she thanked me and told me she loved me right back. It's hard to be one of the few 16 year olds in your school who didn't want to spend her friday nights getting drunk and it's always hard to be excluded from the best friends you've had for your whole life; it happens to everyone and it always sucks. Truthfully, I would still be here today if I hadn't found her music, but if not for her, I might have felt a little less okay about believing in the things I did and I might have felt more alone for those months when the only person I could call my friend was my little sister. A lot of people ask me why I'm so obsessed, why my walls are covered in her pictures and why I was mentioned in front of 10,000 people twice at graduation for my "passion" for the country singer by the class speakers coincidentally. It all boils down to the fact that Taylor is just like any one of us and she manifested her own dream solitarily by believing in herself and never, never giving up on that dream. How many people can honestly say that their diary has made them millionaires and there isn't a single thing on the planet they wouldn't rather be doing, and they got that for themselves?
She makes me fearless.
(and yes, there WILL be an entire blog post devoted to tonight soon)