Katie Collins

Please, Call Me an Amateur

I’ve long outgrown my desire to grow up. When I was sixteen, I couldn’t wait until I was older when my life would be put together and wrapped in a picket fence. In college, I dreamt of being an intimidating businesswoman, pencil skirt included, who had every answer and could join a room of hotshot office execs like it was just another Tuesday. Then I realized how boring that sounded. It dawned upon me one sunny morning that I would much rather live life like a kid, jumping into muddy puddles, laughing so loud that everyone stares, collecting rocks and bits of trash that only sparkle for my eyes, and not caring what anyone else thinks about me.