I Wish I Was a Little Bit Taller

Photography by  Ivan Lizarde.

Photography by Ivan Lizarde.

My first year of high school was spent wishing “I was a little bit taller” like Skee-Lo. As a 5’2" freshman, I resorted to all kinds of tactics to trigger a growth spurt. I made sure to sleep at least 8 hours every night, didn’t lift weights because it would stifle my growth potential, and I'd leap as high as I could to grab hold of anything I could hang high from. My game plan was to dangle from spots like this one and hope it would force my body to stretch. Basketball was my waking dream, and I wanted to be a competitor, so I did these things every day.

See the look on my face in this picture? That's the look of a 5’2" freshman. That's the look of a little guy full of determination and hope. That look carried the dreams of a small dude who desperately wanted to be at least 6 feet tall.

Have you ever had that look? That one that says, “I’m reaching for something beyond my reach.” That one that longs for something we haven’t attained yet. That look that believes we can change and become different than we are now. Even though I finally grew (I’m 6’2 now), that look hasn’t gone away. Like you, I still have that look in my eyes as I leap towards dreams defined as unrealistic. Like you, I'm still trying to grow, it's just that the growth I'm trying to make happen now is in my soul, reaching to try to change the world, striving to be a better person, hanging on until the day comes when I have a “rabbit in a hat with a bat and a six four Impala.”