Notice of Resignation

“Wow,” he looks at me, amazed. “It was only a few weeks ago that you told us that you didn’t know what you wanted to do. But know it looks like you do know now.”

“Yes,” I look at him, my eyes shining, “I know now.”

A Letter to My 19-year-old Self

Dear Tea, You don’t know me. If we had met and I had a different face, you wouldn’t want me to be your friend, and you probably wouldn’t even be comfortable talking to me. You’ll say I’m “too spiritual, too nice, too peaceful, and too content,” a person that you don’t want association with. So…