Day One

Once, during a mock interview for a fake position at a fake store in fake Exchange City located in a very real part of downtown, I was asked, "Delainey, do you consider yourself to be a leader or a follower?" After fiddling with my white jacket and adjusting my beige colored ribbed tank that I borrowed from my mom earlier that morning (my boobs were not the same size as hers which lead to an unsightly sag), I answered, "Both. Sometimes I lead. Sometimes I follow. It depends on what mood I'm in, but I'm really good at being both." So, there. I'm a follower. And in follower fashion I'll attempt to do the 30 Day Challenge. Please don't hate me.

Day One: Letter to a Best Friend

Dear Best Friend,

I have never called you a "best friend" to your face out of the fear that you might not consider me to be one of your "best friends."

You are what you love and not what loves you back.

Best friend, do you know that I envy you? Your writing is your own. You have successfully found your own voice, your own style, your own charm, your own wit. Your brain works in a way that mine never will. I hate you for that, but it seems silly to hate a best friend. So, best friend, I am proud of you and your writing. It will take you places. Of this I am sure.

Best friend, do you know that it has never been a struggle to call you "best friend?" Not once, in the many years I have known you, have I doubted that we were meant to be friends. From the time your mom knocked on my front door on that hot day in September until the last time we smoked cigars and chased ghosts, every moment has been worthwhile.

Best friend, do you know that I was worried college would hurt our friendship? It has not.

Best friend, thanks for pushing back. And being rude. And being mean. And being snobby.

Best friend, thanks for being yourself. It makes it that much easier to be "me" around you.

Okay, dummy. Enough praise for you.

RESPECTFULLY,

Delainey