Meet Me at the Vanishing Point
Another version of me has dirt under her fingernails
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3 min readMay 28, 2019
If another me exists in another universe, I picture her clad in a red gingham dress or blue denim overalls. She toils on a farm surrounded by corn and cows. This is the life I might have lived, had I followed the advice of a career aptitude test from my high school days. My life’s work decided by the 17-year-old me, while I…
