Then, the very next day, Wednesday, I woke up early.
I felt oddly hopeful, despite the peripheral ache I was trying to tune out, and decided that, yes, I would meet that random girl from the internet.
When I’d tie up my shoes in the locker room before basketball practice or sit down in the cafeteria with my brown-bag lunch, my heart always felt worlds away from the chatter about boys, teachers and gossip. I played sports, ran the newspaper, then retreated home into the solace of my books, quiet ambitions and tight-knit nuclear family.
I considered my mom my best friend (still do, in fact).
My dad and I were also tight; he served as my unofficial cheerleader/driver to practices and games, where I spent a great majority of my free time.
My brother and I were both crazy-different personalities, but enjoyed (tolerated?
A career won’t solidify if you don’t network with people who share similar passion and vision.