I clicked through Instagram stories to land on Northeastern's graduation content. About seven mentions of '2025' in, it dawned on me.

All I cared about was Hot Wheels, dolls' hair, being a doctor one day and maintaining my small close group of friends.

I nonchalantly applied to Northeastern University. By the time I was crawling toward graduation in 2015, I looked around at the freshman and knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I had applied at the same time as them, I would have never received an acceptance letter. Here's what reinvention looks like up close.

When people told me I was too smart to be a hairdresser, I spiraled. Then I found God's sovereignty in a blowout chair — and it changed how I see everything.

I passed my cosmetology boards and got into an MFA program in the same season. I wasn't going to tell anyone — then the Holy Spirit had other thoughts.