American Squire

by Sierra Simone

“So for me, there’s no shame in small jobs,” I continue. I ignore the spike of heat in my belly at seeing approval in Sidney’s gaze. “There’s only shame in jobs poorly done.”

I’m just like everyone else: I grapple with uncertainty, nuance, ambiguity. The only difference is that for the last four years, I wasn’t allowed to say I don’t know, I was always expected to have the answer. Or to find the answer as fast as possible. It feels oddly good to say it again, the initial discomfort disappearing into the soothing power of the words. “I don’t know.”

can just be me.