The quiet beauty in this transition is that I'm no longer sprinting through a timetable written by someone else. I am setting the pace.
I might not get a report card anymore, but I get to build a body of work on my own terms.
Sometimes during the chaos, I find myself wishing real life handed out report cards at the end of the year.
Instead, your report card is a series of slow realizations.
Sometimes during the chaos, I find myself wishing real life handed out report cards at the end of the year.
Instead, your report card is a series of slow realizations.
It is strangely difficult to accept that you are aging, especially when you're the youngest person doing the most.
You get used to the grace that people afford you when you’re the “kid” in the room.
When you lose that title, you realize you are no longer the prodigy; you are just the professional. The safety net of youth is gone, replaced by the expectation of experience.