Today was a Coldplay kind of day, and well appropriate given that there is snow on the ground in March. While I wish I could say I have some riveting plans for next weeks "spring break" (like my friends who are all flying out to Miami this week) to release me from the current tension, anticipation and stress of school, unfortunately I can't. Ideally I would be flying down to St Baths, lying on the beach and drinking champagne, by the bottle.
Given the gruesome weather conditions, I decided to take a taxi to school. Hopping in a cab, you never know quite what your getting yourself into. Or at least I didn't when I got in and my taxi driver said "where we going sweetheart" ok so maybe he was just super friendly, but then he started to talk to me about how he hated the football team Chelsea, how he used to work at a tattoo parlor Downtown and then asked if I worked on fifth avenue (where I was going) in fashion.
I asked him how he knew I was in fashion and he started talking about how he has been a taxi driver for eight years, knowing how to "identify people". When I told him I was studying marketing he then said so "fashion". Asking the association he said that "if I was in a different part of marketing, I would specify", such as financial marketer. It was an interesting $8 cab ride, and probably a 5 minute conversation that I won't forget.
So talking of forgetting I want to talk about growing up. The sad reality of growing up is that you become distant from those you grew up around. We spend four years in high school building friendships or relationships, we then proceed on to collage and before you know it, college friends get replaced with colleagues. The turnover rate is minimal, but it teaches you who was a true friend in each and every stage of your life.
In high school we care about popularity, in college we care about GPA, and as work slowly but surely creeps up, we care about where we work and our title. As we grow up so do our priorities.
In third grade, I categorically remember writing a letter to my "future self " at 20. Unfortunately I never received the letter given that I moved, but I always wonder what the letter said, what I thought was important, and where I expected to be in my early twenties.
Luckily I have two younger sisters who I hope to guide, and reiterate to that "Ms popular" in elementary school won't continue to be "Ms popular" in the real world. How your first love won't be your last love, and how sometimes it takes an abundance of mistakes, to lead you exactly where you are supposed to be In life.
We all have the "Coldplay" days where we question ourselves, our future, and our goals. At the end of the day, I am someone who believes that what's supposed to be will be. We all make some stupid mistakes ( self proclaimed or not), but the best thing that one can do is learn from each of them.
At a very young age we fall, we cry and we get back up. The only difference in adulthood is that when you fall, you don't have someone to help you up. New York is a tough place, with tough people. You learn to separate business with friendships, learn to ignore whose horrible or whose not, and learn to be independent.
Life is exactly what one makes it, and based on sole decisions. We ask people questions for guidance, but at the end of the day, only you know the best decision for yourself. All business talk aside, this happens in all different aspects of life.
For example, relationships. A year or so ago, an ex boyfriend wanted to see me after years of seperation. I thought it was a terrible, terrible idea and didn't even care to respond. A few months later I decided that I should ask one of my friends from high school on what to do.
She advised me to see him and hear whatever he had to say for whatever reason. She said that if I didn't go and see him "there would be unclosed doors and questions in my life, and I will forever wonder what needed to be said". Somehow she convinced me to see him and hear exactly what needed to be said. Well long story short the experience remains on my biggest mistake list, and my intuition and instinct on not to respond was absolutely right.
Of course it's not my friends fault for giving me the opinion I asked for, but it is my fault for doing
something that I knew was a bad idea from the get go.