The first time I met Brittany was in the sixth grade, she had mall bangs (sorry for partying) and I thought they were the coolest. I envied them, mostly because I had a bowl cut and a my bangs were the length of my entire haircut (thanks, mom). From our questionable hairstyles bloomed a friendship that surpassed the rocky terrain of high school and has since endured the many miles of distance life has put between us. Some friendships just don’t have to have immediate proximity to hold steady. Although our hairstyles have changed, praise God, our friendship has not.
I like to brag about Brittany. While the rest of us delegate how to appropriately spend our minimal paychecks (wine, counts as a living essential, right?) she has a big-girl job, you know, a job that’s worthy of a college graduate. She’s entirely too well-adjusted to the real world. I find myself trying to channel her drive; I dream of focusing my energy on being a productive human being…but then I wake up from that dream at 11am on a Monday and I quickly make a mental reminder to never mention this to Brittany.
All joking aside, Brittany is the most driven person I know. Nothing deters her. And there is something to learn from that; there are notes to be taken from a young person who lets no one and nothing stand in their way. Wether she would succeed was never a question, the question was more so, “in how much will she succeed before they take her out of the game to level the playing field for the rest of us?”
I’m so proud of you, BKE.