For some reason, our western world is still geared towards having kids primed to go to college by 18 with at least three ideas for a five-year plan. Yet, what about the people who need some time to explore their options? Have we created a culture where sowing wild oats are only for the people whose pockets are deep enough to support their aspirations?
Figuring oneself out is a journey. A dear friend once reminded me that there is beauty in the journey and that it has always had a greater weight than the destination.
if I am to be a writer, may the words pour like blood from an open wound. if I am to be a fighter, may my fists connect with all the power of thunder’s earth-shattering boom. if I am to be a lover, may feelings of passion and joy begin with the love I haveContinue reading “if i am // no. 36”
If there has been any singular problem I have encountered in my life, it is that I have so many different things I am interested in. You name it, I have wanted to try it or expressed some interest in learning about it…
“I quit.” The words practically screamed at me. They sat scribbled on a piece of paper, taped to my boss’ office door. They belonged to someone I trust, who I knew to be loyal, and fair and good. No looking back, no goodbye, no warning. They just left them there and left us. My stomachContinue reading “when written words speak // no. 23”