At 23 and tiptoeing through the
professional world, I’ve come to a point in my life where meeting people
means I’m meeting who they’ve grown up to be. Many of the young women I
meet have amazing, powerful jobs; 75-hour workweeks; and wardrobes bought
entirely at Saks Fifth Avenue. For country-mouse me, this is still a new,
frightening world. But then I recognize something in the way they express
themselves, the depth of their eyes, and the brief silences when they
seem to drift somewhere far away.