On these endless summer days, where I ride the bus to work and listen to the same songs, and continue day dreaming, life is grand. I mean the world is literally at my fingertips. I can order a tall Caramel Macchiato with my credit card and I can buy a great book, like Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake. The possibilities are endless here in America. And yet I haven’t taken my chances at everything. I’ve lived a life too safe, too risk-free, too…secure. I went from shy freshman girl to a sassy senior, which was a big improvement, but not quite enough. It was not the biggest jump. The jump I’m still willing to make. I’m living the American dream; I’m a writer. But I have not yet played around with my own rules the way I play around with words. I’m good at taking risks with the string of words that somehow make sense, but I have failed to take those risks in my own reality.
It only takes one jump. And I will be free.