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The surge of disappointment washed over her. This was what she wanted, but she felt the strangest sense like she’d lost something.
A bizarre feeling.
A beautiful woman offering to buy Brooke a cannoli and walk around the city with her. That was what dreams were made of.
It was like Brooke was a radio frequency Kennedy hadn’t been tuned into before, and now something had smacked her on the side of the head and edged the dial into just the right spot to make her crystal clear.
God this is so relatable!
had made it so painfully clear that what she was doing professionally was just hollowing her out inside. Or maybe the change in her bleak existence had made her realize how out of sync her nine-to-five life was with what actually made her happy. Could people really have existential crises at twenty-three?
Yes they can 😂
All it boiled down to was that she wasn’t happy with her job, and she didn’t know what to do about it. It was a stupid, privileged, lucky position to be in. She knew that, and it was part of what made things worse. Her own guilt over her unhappiness cut through her like a dull knife.
“The thing I love about this job is that I get to have great conversations with people about something I’m passionate about. Sounds hokey, but I hope everyone can find that kind of purpose one day.”
“I think it’s normal to be scared that things will change, but good change is just as likely as bad change.”
Gentle reminder.
Nervousness is normal in life. It’s not wrong to feel it, and it happens to everyone.
it felt like she’d been pushed into the bright sun, warm and alive and growing for what felt like the first time in forever.
Attraction hadn’t ever felt like this before, which was why she’d mistaken it for so long.
Relatable.
There was something about groups of people assembled together for the same thing that they’d experience in a uniquely different way that made her feel alive.
She started doing something that had been happening more and more lately… thinking about the future.
This is what love feels like.
More than anything, she allowed herself to enjoy how it made her feel, regardless of whether it was technically “good.”
Words mattered. And sometimes the absence of words mattered more.
