My Name is Yasmin. I am writing this letter to whoever is out there listening. I think to myself every day, what can I do to make a better life for myself and my family? Then I think about what society thinks I should do. “Audition for The Voice!” they would say. As if it were that simple. “Just submit an audition video!” Sounds easy, but there’s something about submitting a video that isn’t easy either. I forget things. What someone said yesterday, Lyrics, which month is before which month, etc… I’m not stupid. I just can’t remember. I don’t have memory loss, I just can’t remember. Maybe if I really buckled down and studied a song or the order of months in a year, I would know. Just last night we were playing a card game and I had to count on my fingers what 7 + 5 was. I’m 21 years old. I feel like I skipped elementary school.
I haven’t talked to anyone about it because the only reason I haven’t submitted a video to The Voice is because I’m afraid I won’t remember the lyrics. An easy fix would be to sit myself down and learn the order of months in a year. Sit down and learn the lyrics to a song. The only realistic reason for not doing so is because I’m lazy and have no drive. At least that is what society would say. But in actuality I don’t like to start things that I don’t think I’ll finish. That goes for starting college if I don’t have money or a car. That goes for sending in a submission video if I’m going to be reading from a lyrics screen the entire time.
I moved to Alaska last week and I don’t even know where I am on the map. All I know is that I’m on top of the world. I moved here because I wasn’t making enough in California. Now I’m in the an extremely small secluded village trying to make enough money to get a couple fillings and root canals, buy a used car, and get a plane ticket back home where the sun shines at the right time. I have a gift that many have called “angelic”. I have an on and off again relationship with God and I have no clue where I’m going with this letter. Maybe I wrote this for me, or for you, or for that one person. Maybe everyone was crying about their struggles that I felt it only fair I write one of my own. Well to whomever the reader is, I hope this time in your life is more exciting than this time in mine.