I spent this weekend at Lake Lure to celebrate the wedding
of my college roommate. Since Lake Lure
was the home of Dirty Dancing, we
shook our stuff to nearly every song on the soundtrack at the reception. But we also danced to musicians that we loved
in college like PJ Harvey, Cat Stevens, and Nine Inch Nails.
Jumping up and down with the bride made me feel like we were
twenty-one again. I thought back to all
the nights we spent at the kitchen table in our tiny apartment drinking cheap
Sangria and talking about men and relationships. I’m glad that life doesn’t allow for crystal
balls, but if I could go back and slip myself some wisdom, here are the things
I wish I could tell college Brooke:
Revel in the little moments
and appreciate their particular magic for what it is. If you had a great time at a house party holed
up in the corner talking to the bearded man in the Fedora, fabulous. Please do
recount every detail to your mom about his love for Faulker if it makes you
giddy. Just don’t agonize over whether he’ll ever call you. That’s a waste of precious energy you could
spend with your tried and true literary loves that patiently pine for you from
your book shelf.
Your value isn’t
contingent in their approval. Maybe
you toiled over making the perfect dinner for your third date and it went
mostly untouched on their plate. Maybe
when you took a guy to watch a meteor shower on top of a mountain they were
wishing for a woman that wasn’t you.
Maybe they were weirded out that you left a poem in their car. It doesn’t matter. Eventually you’ll find a man that will
support you at poetry slams, chow down on your Pinterest baking adventures and
be amused by your odd date ideas. The
people you meet along the way are all just a part of the journey. Hopefully you’ll have some fun while you’re
figuring that out and use whatever inevitable heartbreak that occurs in a way
that’s productive.
Don’t be petty about
the magic other women possess. In college, there was a blonde photographer
in my residence hall that was put together in a way that seemed simultaneously
disheveled and immaculate. Her name was
Anna. The boys in our poetry workshop
always seemed to be either drinking in her aura, her lithe figure, or reeling at
the power tucked inside her pen. She’s
the only woman I’ve ever called the “c” word.
I was petty because I was intimidated by Anna’s confidence and
poise. Almost a decade later, she
published one of my poems on a website she produced. Anna’s still moving and shaking in ways that
would make a younger, less secure me envious—but now I’m finally able to
appreciate her for the powerhouse she is. While she is out backpacking in
Colorado, I’m executing my own mischief.
Her ability to do great things does not diminish my ability to do the
same. This is a lesson that is difficult
for a lot of women, but once we get over it, we can do so many more great things
as a team.
Know that other women
will sometimes treat you the way you treated Anna. If you don’t deserve someone’s harsh
words or unfair judgement, don’t take it personally. Be classy.
Keep moving forward.
Cherish your close
female friends. Ashlee and I have a
lot of good memories. We painted
goddesses on a picnic table that we used to eat from in the kitchen. We drove to Tennessee so that she could break
in her new camera with pictures of places she had never seen. She taught me how to make the perfect home
fries, showed me how to contra dance, and introduced me to folk artists like
Greg Brown. As I grow older and my friends
are busy with work and other adult obligations, it feels like the opportunities
for those female adventures grow smaller.
It makes me understand how important it is to prioritize time for those
things—especially now that the women I love the most are geographically farther
away. It shouldn’t take something like a
wedding for me to make time to make new memories.
Indulge in things
that feed your spirit. Stay up for
more late night conversations. Laugh more. Dance more. Kiss more. But use more discernment about who you give
your inner resources to and how you share them.
Lastly, remember that time is the most valuable gift you can give someone. Eventually, our time runs out. Make it worth it.
Lastly, remember that time is the most valuable gift you can give someone. Eventually, our time runs out. Make it worth it.