Lesson One: Don't slam on the brakes.
And don't ask the Almighty for clarity, when you'd rather be steeped in blissful ignorance.
I'm just five days away from 23, apparently this will firmly entrench me into the "Responsible Adult" category. As for the responsible bit, apparently this is defined by some as the number of 'non-frivolous' payments that debit your account after payday. Though one additional payment will be a welcome one ... Chevrolet Forever :)
The past weekend was perhaps the most treacherous of learning curves I've had to negotiate (hence, blog post title). It's a tough lesson to learn when the you're the subject. One who was Significant, suddenly not so much so, and I admit, I'm left reeling.
The conflict; a violence on my thought processes. And then, the clichéd bargaining with Allah, asking Him for a signpost to sanity. And when it presented itself, the wish that I'd never asked for directions, that I was better off cruising.
But now, I've quit being the stubborn Muslimah. There is a sweet, airy freedom in submission. I'll walk the path, alone if that is my fate, but walk the path I shall.