Three years ago I was coaching a good friend of mine, Lindsey* through one of the toughest breakups of her life. I was there as she cried, cursed, screamed and behaved childishly and never once did I judge her. I stayed on the phone with her for hours listening to her repeat the same story over and over again and always coming to the same conclusion: she had to let him go.
The other day, during an especially hot summer evening I found myself taking an exam for my AP American Government class which is all about court cases and such. And for the life of me I couldn’t remember what Plessy v Ferguson was about. I’ve obviously heard of the case before but the specifics had escaped me and I couldn’t bring my brain to try.
Too many times in my life I’ve been accused of being lost and wandering aimlessly, be that professionally, romantically or spiritually and quite frankly I don’t appreciate that sentiment. So what if I don’t exactly know who I want to be just yet. I’m young and I’m allowed to take the time out to decide if something is for me or not for me. I should be able to do that without the pressures of others telling me to make a decision right now. Granted I’m 24 years old and should probably have my life figured out by now but I’m sorry I just don’t. Continue reading