I’m in a transition. It comes with the territory, I guess. Bang in the middle of my twenties, my tertiary education behind me, and absolutely no idea what the fuck I’m doing. This thing called adulthood is terrifying – there are decisions to be made. Bills to pay. I find myself increasingly longing for my high school days when the biggest dilemmas were what to wear on civvies and who to take to dances.

The discrepancy between sixteen year old me and almost-twenty six year old me is alarming. In high school I had it all figured out. I was consistently in the top three academic achievers. I wasn’t much into sports but I wrote for the school paper and participated in all the cultural things. I had a tight knit group of friends and although we weren’t terribly popular, we had fun. We were good kids. School days…