“Oh my gosh! That looks so complicated! You are so smart; I could never do that.” These are often the responses I get when my friends look at my computer while I’m doing my homework. But, the truth is, my homework really isn’t that complicated.
I’ve never been good at lasts. They’re hard to process in the moment, pulling me to either the most emotional end of the reaction spectrum or leaving me to stew in my own fabricated indifference. Balance clearly isn’t a strong suit of mine, either.
This Thanksgiving, I was upgraded from my perennial seat teetering awkwardly in between the kids’ table and adults’ table; I was given permission to officially enter a more sophisticated environment. Eat your hearts out, younger siblings and cousins.