Alexander Hamilton once said, “If you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall for anything.” I remember reading those words inked onto a piece of cardboard attached to the classroom wall of my favorite high school English teacher. As a teenager, I found them to be rudimentary, words that could only gain depth as I crept deeper into my existence. Without so much as a goodbye, I left that teenage girl behind, completely unaware that the less I knew about myself, the more power I gave other people to both create and define my being. When I finally became attentive to my heart’s instinctual desires, I wrapped my fingers around these words, soaking their substance into the surface of my skin. And, I got it. I really knew. So, I stood as tall as my athletic frame could hold, and I lifted my hands, beckoning to take on the world.