Looking back, that was my first call toward rebellion, or doing life differently than the majority.
That seed was my internal compass, my point of difference, my unique-as-a-snowflake guide in the world—navigating college to career to city life and beyond.
As a 30-something, I’m a ride-or-die rebel. Less in the taboo sense, more in the empowerment, stick-to-my-guns sense.
You see, the brules, or bullsh*t rules, society tells us are the way to live? I confront. Question. Poke holes in.