I’m stuck somewhere between a girl and a woman. I’m wavering between openness and being guarded. Someone I admire made a seemingly simple, simultaneously brilliant assessment that made my brain explode in a rush of light and clarity.
My blue-collar parents worked to their bones to send me to college and are still laden with loans from the pursuit. But it was their joy to do it. And it was my joy to go; I won’t argue that.
We yearn to be deserving of the status of being blessed, of being the chosen ones.