I wanted to tell the kid that I haven’t come close to doing the working I’m capable of. That more often than not, I’m tired and I’m frustrated not because of the work itself, but because I can’t find the opportunity I want. That the freelancing I’m doing now is a means to an end without an end in sight. That I’d give anything to find a creative mentor too. That being a part of team is the best part of the gig. That life moves incredibly fast when you’re feeling the crunch of time. How I’m scared that I’ll never get the chance to be who I still believe I can become. How I’d like to leave Austin because I want to live one more new place while I’m still young. How I have no idea how I’ll get there because there are parts of life that remain a mystery to me too.
…. She crossed the line herself and when I saw her, for a moment, I was as out of breath as she was. I wanted to tell her how she’d hurt me, how she was wrong and how I’d hoped she’d stopped giving terrible advice, but then I remembered that she still works at the high school and though she’d finished this race, she’s exactly where she started and that’s where it should end for me.