Change - real change - always happens in a single minute. The capacity of sixty seconds in astounding.
I was at home by myself when I opened this letter. And I will never ever, not in a million years, forget the feeling. I put on The Wizard and I (from Wicked) because a musical number was the only thing that could possibly compare.
I know how rare minutes like that are: minutes when things work out better than you allowed yourself to hope for. Maybe someday I'll be able to write about what this means for me. About the way things aren't fair for those we love - about how we lose them, and they lose their jobs, and we become fearful of wanting, of asking, of reaching. But for now, I will try to be factual.
I was accepted to the Critical Cultural Communication masters program at the University of Massachusetts Amherst (a program ranked in the top 10 by NCA).
I don't know what it was - other than luck and work - that brought me to this minute. But it came. And heavens, am I grateful.