My Mother and a quote from my book that weaved it's way in here

She just doesn't understand why I need to write, to her the keyboard and pen is a tool, but to me it is my life. She tells me that she wishes I grew up to be different than I am, and every day I feel bad that my personality didn't follow the plan, but I can't help who I am, or what I've become. She wants me to be her little clone, a perfect student, perfect daughter, and perfect small town girl, but she doesn't understand that my dreams expand beyond the boarders of this town, of this state. She is happy with this mediocre life, but for the first time since I was a child, I am willing to allow my aspirations to stretch bigger than what people tell me they can. I am not okay with being okay anymore, and I know I probably ever be the best but I want to be one of the best and no matter what she doesn't understand. My heart aches because as I grow closer to my dreams, I grow further away from her, but I've learned, if something is holding you back, then you have to let it go, because some things you naturally out grow ((that is from my book))
It kills me to do it, but as I look over the broken dreams and shattered memories of my past, I KNOW that I have to. It's funny, how the things that you know are best for you and your entire life, can make you feel so bad while you are doing them. Life, the grandest paradox the world has ever seen....