Being my age
When Dave Brown was in Toronto last weekend, he insisted on taking me
shopping for clothes. He picked out things I would never have tried
myself: a cropped top, a black asymmetric tube, shorts around the same
length as the miniskirt my sister gave me… <laugh> Although I
was initially quite hesitant about wearing things like that, they
turned out to be quite fun. (I still prefer skirts to pants
or shorts.) “Now you look more like your age,” Dave said.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that I’m just turning 23 this August.
I don’t need to have my career figured out yet. I don’t even need to
have people figured out yet, either. Such a liberating thought!
<laugh> I can take risks. I can explore. I can screw up and
recover (for the most part).
I really appreciate how many people around me are either going through
similar issues or can remember and empathize. Wisdom can’t be taught,
after all. Wisdom can only be learned, and I’m glad I have all these
opportunities to experience so many aspects of life _and_ people with
whom I can share those experiences.
I’m really glad things worked out the way they did, and I’m looking
forward to the future. =)
Random Japanese sentence: テーブルã®上ã«ã¯猫ãÂÂ΋„ãŸ。 On the table there was a cat.
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