“I’m lovely and lonely. I belong deeply to myself.” –Warsan Shire
When I was a kid, I had this strong belief that I was a cruel princess in a past life. It was a fleeting thought that crossed my mind whenever I had a moment of introspection, and I tried to make sense of the things I learned as I grew older.
“Of course this would happen,” I’d say, “this is the universe trying to teach me something. I must have been a huge bitch in my past life, then.”
And maybe I was.
I graduated from college in May 2017, after 20 years of learning. The main question everyone asked was, “What do you plan on doing with your degree?”
Shit if I know.
Now that I’m technically a grown-up and no longer a student, I’m trying to figure out what the universe wants from me. What can I contribute? Who am I supposed to be?
I’ve suddenly discovered a world filled with beautiful things and people, and the thought of navigating it all is head-spinning.
I’m a twenty-something year old New Yorker, with an English degree, and a bunch of jumbled words pushing eagerly at my fingertips.