by Lafiya Watson Ramirez

Today, six people approached me with the same question on their minds: what was I going to do with my life? I know I have the answer to that question somewhere, but every time it comes up I misplace it. I find myself patting my pockets and saying with an embarrassed grin, "It was just here a minute ago." I show them the link in my pocket for good measure to prove that I searched well. But, do I try that hard to find it?

When I first found the answer, I put it up in a place for safekeeping intending to use it later. But, I keep giving myself excuses about why the time is never right to take it out. Now, I'm not so sure if I do have the right answer. Maybe I need to go out and find it.

Stuffed bunny sitting at the computer.