Especially my very first real life, not a celebrity, brown hair, and blue-eyed crush, Mark. He had the 2009 Justin Beiber haircut and mainly wore skinny jeans, a shoelace for a belt, and a white t-shirt. The first time I saw him was in gym, he hung out with the kids that intimidate me. (One of them being the girl who called me weird on the bus.) Mark was all I thought about. We have some interaction in gym, and he’s actually quite nice to me. I felt like he’d be the perfect person to share a first kiss with.

Truth be told, after getting fired from my last job I realized that I wasn’t where I wanted to be at 28. Well, that’s not all true, it was just the career part of my life. In ways, getting fired was almost like a sign to finally close that door. After almost 10 years of retail, I don’t even know where I’d turn to or what else I would be good at. It’s like I put all my eggs in one basket. With every personal interest I decided my job was more important over, every birthday I worked, and the holidays I missed, I kept watching my eggs break. I gave two years of my time and energy to my last job and certainly let them crack whatever was left in the basket. I am still right where they left me to pick up whatever I can while they moved on.