In the space between 18 and 22, we’re often asked, quite broadly, what we’d like to do with our lives. It’s a question usually posed from a well-meaning adult, who’s just trying to engage with us and doesn’t know how else to relate. I've heard it over and over again: “What’s your major?” followed swiftly [...]
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On Letting In and Letting Go
I am a sponge. As I make my way through life, ideas, feelings, opinions and emotions surround me on all sides, swirling about, and I soak them up. They are big and loud and bright and demand to be let in. And so I absorb them all. I am a sponge. As we talk, your energy, your [...]