Visual Art – Omaha
My name is Angela Maria Miller, and this is my story.
I come from a small town in Nebraska that you’ve probably never heard of, and the best description I can give you is that it sits on the Kansas/Nebraska border. I grew up with a mom and dad, white picket fence, one annoying sibling, the whole shebang. Basically, the old school version of the American Dream. I wasn’t popular in high school, but I knew everyone and they knew me. I was very active in my student council chapter and FFA chapter. I was in FBLA for a year, but all I did was sell the minimum amount of 5 dozen doughnuts to my parents. I’m not bagging on the chapter, I just felt it wasn’t for me. I was also active in Drama, Speech, Cross Country, and Track. I attended most every Wildcat sporting event since before I could walk because my mom was a teacher, and who would miss small town Friday night lights? I had a boyfriend for a few years, but we just didn’t see eye to eye. Senior year rolled around and somehow I was elected president of the FFA chapter and elected for a homecoming candidate. I soon fell for my vice president, who is an amazing human being, but we are just different people and want different things. I am currently attending the University of Nebraska - Lincoln, majoring in Elementary Education and minoring in Art.
Well that about sums me up.
Wait, you don’t believe that do you?
I knew you were more intuitive than that.
Everything I said was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. I told you the glossed over version of life where it is all peachy keen and all squabbles, insecurities, defining moments, emotions, etc. are shunned and packed neatly away in a little box that is never supposed come out from its dark hiding place. In case you need an awaking, life can be very complex and messy, no matter how hard we try to keep it simple. I’ve actively made the decision to not only no longer pack away these feelings, but share them with others for my own mental health and maybe theirs. No one likes feeling alone, and we aren’t alone (insert crazy alien guy meme.)
You may be asking yourself, “Well… What is her story then?”
The Answer: I’m not sure.
I know where I’ve been, but does that define me? Is that really my story? Or are my ideas and my thoughts and my emotions and people who matter to me and made a dramatic difference in my life my story? Do I need a story? I’m thankful for the past because it has made me the person I am today, but what if I just want to be seen as the person I am now?
Honestly, who knows.
Right now I’m just working on expressing myself because I finally feel like I am worth it. Maybe the world will like me, maybe they will ignore me, maybe they will hate me. So what if they do? I’d rather be happy doing something I love than unhappy doing something I hate. Sooo, what the hell have I got to loose, right?