by Julia Mercado
I'll get there one day. Maybe, who knows, I might kind of get there. If I squint I'll see some sort of finish line. Am I doing all I'm supposed to do to get there? How did other people get there? Were they smarter than me? Better than me? How long will I be doing this for? All I want to do is give up, throw myself on the ground, and wait until someone takes my hands and drags me where I need to go. But I can't. Somehow my body keeps moving forward. I know I'll get there if I keep going a little longer. I'm already pushing as hard as I can. It's my own path, no one else's, so I think I'll go at my own pace and I'll be there before I know it.
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Julia Mercado is a freelance writer and podcast host based in Queens. She graduated from Dickinson College in 2016 with a degree in English Literature. Since then, she's written for publications like Real Simple, The Lily and Her Campus. When she's not working, you can find her binging her latest television show and writing about it for her entertainment blog called Alternatakes.