I have a dream book. Not the kind where you put your sleepy, bleary-eyed memories of the night before under shut-eye, but the kind where you sprint to write down all the excitement in your chest before it escapes you forever. The kind where you write down how, exactly, you plan to change the world.
I’ve had this dream book since Christmas of 1998, a gift from my mother. I read it over the other day, and smiled at this entry -
“I want my generation, the time that I live, to be great and remarkable and groundbreaking. I want my generation to be the one with the first black and woman presidents.”
This was before Obama and Hillary declared their intention to run for President of course, and before I knew how close my dream would soon be a reality.