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Please... Don’t Let Your Dreams Flatline

Please... Don’t Let Your Dreams Flatline


I’m extremely overprotective of my dreams.

Proverbs 4:23 says, “Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” And since I know God has placed these visions for my life in my heart, it’s obvious that I must take heed to this instruction.

This solves the fleeting mystery of why I don’t talk about my personal goals and dream on social media or even on my blog. I don’t play when it comes to letting people in on the moves I make because you never know who’s watching, and there could be some individuals with ill-intent amidst my loving readers.

But... for the sake of this post... I have to get this off my chest: if it wasn’t obvious already, I want to write for a magazine. Preferably Teen Vogue or GQ.

This is how it’s been ever since I picked up the pen and began to steal my father’s magazines every month they came to our doorstep.

However, lately, I’ve been feeling like I need to choose another path; that maybe this writing thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

There are audiences of people out there who are depending on your water to come downstream.

You see, when I look around at all of the people I admire in the industry, they all received one golden ticket that I was unable to unwrap: an internship. If you read anyone’s story about “How They Got Their Start,” from Elaine Welteroth to Khalana Barfield-Brown, they all had that one internship that put them in the doors of the Ebony’s and Instyle’s of the world.

This not only gave them the opportunity to gain their desired experience, but allowed them the space to prove themselves worthy of being in the room and work their butts off to stay there.

This wasn’t the case for me. In college, instead of majoring in Mass Communications, Journalism, or even English, I chose Biology before I switched to Marketing in hopes that it would be a more “versatile” choice when it came to finding work post-grad. This turned out to be neither right nor wrong, just not necessarily true.

When I figured out that I had something on my hands as far as my writing was concerned, I was at the end of my junior year of college, I hated the university I was attending, and was one signature away from transferring schools before things went left. With just one year left before graduating, there was no turning back; I could either spend the next 2 years starting over at a whole new university or stay put and graduate.

Spoiler alert: I chose the latter.giphyUnfortunately for me, this meant I was late to the ball game of the young writers’ league. I didn’t know how to pitch stories, what would I even write about? How would I land an internship now? I didn’t have any clips? There was no mentor in my corner guiding me along the way saying do this, send that. I just had this blog.

Fast forward to now and there’s still a feeling inside me that taunts me, saying that I’ve been placed in a race where everyone around was given a head start except me.

That doesn’t mean I stopped running. Even with the lack of experience on my side, I still applied to the internships. I still sent my resume off to the jobs. I still reached out – embarrassingly so – to a number of people requesting informational interviews and coffee chats. Some said “yes,” others said nothing at all, but I still tried.


In all my days of writing, creating content, producing videos, hosting interviews, and being an all-around #girlboss, I don’t know what more I can do to get my foot in the door; and that’s what’s most frustrating... maddening even.

Still, through all of my failed attempts at giving up, there’s something in me that just won’t let this dream die.

Pastor T.D. Jakes says that, “Everything in life has a rhythm.” When you look at a stream of water, it flows at a pace that’s so natural, so unrelenting, that any interference just might whisk you away. But say a tree falls straight into that stream and cuts off its flow, everything that depended on the water to come down the river will eventually starve and deplete.

A lot of us have visions and dreams inside of us that are dying because we’re out of rhythm. Like myself, we feel stuck, hindered by our circumstance and don’t know how or which way to move in order to get out of our rut to reach our daring, imaginative selves again.

Don’t stop short of your shot.  The world is literally depending on you.

Life has been bringing me L after L this whole year, it’s honestly made we want to pack up my laptop and close down my site because what is it all for anyway?

But it’s also made me tougher and less willing to just let my dreams flatline.

Just like the river, there are audiences of people out there who are depending on your water to come downstream. They are waiting to hear from you, to read from you, to receive the gifts that have been planted down in you before you were even formed in your mother’s womb. If you don’t get unclogged, these people will (figuratively... and maybe literally) perish.

If you’re in a rut and have a dream that has yet to come true despite your many attempts, you can’t die. You’ve got to walk this thing out because there’s something on the other side of your failure.

Just think if Elaine Welteroth gave up when the creative director of Ebony wouldn’t return her calls? Or if Issa Rae called it quits because nobody would pick up her script?

We’d be deprived of what is Teen Vogue today and possibly one of the greatest Black shows of our generation.

Don’t stop short of your shot.  The world is literally depending on you.

Before you go: Let me know your thoughts on this post in the comments below! What dreams do you have stored up inside of you that you were *THIS* close to letting go? How do you plan on finding your rhythm again? Leave a comment letting me know; I want to hear!

Peace, peace, peace,

Aley Arion 

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