Picture it: Surrey. 2018. It’s a sunny Tuesday afternoon and you’re cruising; windows down, radio on, your mop of greying and badly-needs-to-be-trimmed hair swirling around your head in the Fall breeze. You’ve got a strong batch of strawberry water in the console and a smile on your lips. Suddenly you’re pulled up short- you’ve hit a school zone at 3 pm pick-up. Traffic is bumper to bumper, and the going is slow. You crane your neck, tap the steering wheel and flick a button on the dials to change the station. A few tentative notes and it’s familiar- your ears perk up like a Golden Retriever at the twitch of a squirrel.
The beat grows louder and you can feel it filling your ears, your soul, running through your body right down to the tips of your boots. It’s “Boys of Summer” by Don Henley. And it is glorious. Heads turn, a dozen sets of little eyes widen, mouths drop open as your car becomes a one woman (or man) concert that would put Henley himself to shame. You’re givin’ it all you’ve got, hair combed back, sunglasses on- reaching for a summer that’s slipping away while those boys of summer drift lazily into the distance. As soon as it started, the moment ends. Traffic clears, you pull forward and make a California sliding left-hand turn towards home.
I’m not saying this happened, but I’m not saying it didn’t happen either.
This is something I’ve been working on for the past few months, I was over working myself in school and on social media as I was starting to gain attention from companies and modelling agencies which was amazing but unfortunately they fell through plus school was taking over everything and the stress overwhelmed me to just hide. I felt like a failure, It lead me to stress and a depression and I just felt like giving up everything...because I expected everything to happen fast and smooth instead of being patient and giving myself time. That’s what I’m doing not and while I’m Impatient, I know something worthwhile will come my way.