Because that’s what all of this is, right? Bloody brilliant.
I didn’t get up in the middle of the night to write any of this; rather, I’m sitting cross-legged on my couch with my laptop balancing on my knees. It’s uncomfortable enough to be considering “stretching” and precarious enough to resemble a yoga pose of sorts. Multi-tasking, you see, is one of my many talents. I can even type this sentence with one hand while sipping from my not-warm-enough coffee.
But why is this millennial not at work at 9:37 AM on a Tuesday?
Because I wanted to do something scandalous. (To be fair, I’ve been doing this type of thing for several months now.) Please hold all your gasps until the end:
- I got married at 21 without any intention of having children soon.
- I moved into an apartment on the side of town where I am the racial minority.
- I got a tattoo of a Celtic symbol above my elbow which – quite easily, actually – can be seen by conservative family members from both sides.
- I chopped my hair and got thick fringe bangs so that I don’t have to wax my eyebrows or put makeup on my forehead.
- I quit a corporate job with health benefits and a decent pay because I wasn’t happy with the environment and I wasn’t becoming the person I wanted to be. Instead, I’m currently a writer and a tutor.
- I’m skipping a Master’s program to go straight to a PhD in Cell Molecular Biology (which is a predominantly male field, might I add) and I’m “just” going to teach. Ya know, because what better waste of a PhD than going to teach undergraduate classes?
And just for kicks and giggles, my husband and I are moving at the end of our lease because management here still hasn’t fixed a broken pipe in our bathroom after 3 weeks of emailing videos of the water streaming from the ceiling into our shower.
The most brilliant thing of all?
My decisions had nothing to do with any of you. Well, most of you at least.
Some of these choices were made solely by me, and others were split between myself and my gem of a husband. We decided to become the best type of human beings that we can, to excel in our gifts and abilities, to welcome all people into our tiny home (please excuse the mess in the bathroom), to reflect the light that we find in this life. We are just trying to truly live, develop into the fullness of ourselves, and slip into our created being like a silk robe.
So yes, darling. You can judge me and my choices, my lifestyle, my priorities. I’ll smile gently and send you on your way with a wave of my hand, my watch – a present when my phone was stolen and I purposely lived without one for several weeks – glinting in the light.
Because my life, with all it’s chips and flaws, is brilliant.