Dreams do come true

I've been reading Time magazine since eighth grade. That's when it became my dream to be published in Time magazine. I love getting my copy in the mail each week. The red border around the cover. The interview with someone interesting on the last page. Stein's witty self-deprecating column. The amazing photojournalism that accompanies every cover story. I love all of it.

And in last week's issue, I was a part of it.

It was quite simple. I follow @Time on Twitter and one tweet instructed followers to Instagram something that makes them happy using the hashtag #timehappiness. So I did. Of course, I instragrammed LG because nothing makes me happier.

A Time reporter named Kelly (if that's not a sign, I don't know what is) commented and the rest is history.

There may not be a byline, but still. Having this 1x1 image of my work in a national publication that is seen by thousands, possibly millions of people... well, I instagrammed my work with the same hashtag #timehappiness.

I thought nothing could make me happier than summer in LG. I was wrong.

Being published in Time magazine is my real #timehappinesss.