i am uncool
Dear Taylor,
This is for you.
Thank you for being real, funny, humble, kind, and grateful for all that you have.
Thank you for making people feel seen, for saying the hard things lightly, and for making us laugh even when we’re crying.
We are all a mashup of everyone who’s ever loved us—and I’m grateful for mine.
To my dad,
Thank you for letting me dream, for reassuring me I’ll be okay, and that I’ll always have a home to come back to.
(I know I’ve annoyed you a lot, too.)
To my mom,
Thank you for instilling the values I live by—kindness, generosity, discipline, and the love of dance.
You helped me study, guided my way, and gave me the gift of a good education.
Dad, thank you for letting me go abroad—even if all I have is a “Doctor” title on paper now.
But now, I want to follow my heart.
And I’m willing to sacrifice what it takes to be happy.
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There are plans, and then there’s life.
Sometimes things don’t turn out how we imagined.
Law school during a pandemic.
Stress over scores.
The pressure to pay it all back.
And then the realization: some things are just out of our control.
You taught me that.
You said life can get heavy if I try to carry it all at once—and it’s true.
I had to let some people go—exes, friends.
Not because it was easy, but because it was necessary.
What is lighter is easier to hold.
And what’s toxic eventually falls away, making space for what’s right.
I’m learning to forgive parts of myself.
There will be things I won’t like when I look back—and that’s okay.
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Taylor, What I admire in you most is your voice.
Not just the singing, but the certainty behind your words.
Even when you speak of heartbreak, embarrassment, or self-sabotage, there’s no apology—only clarity.
If someone else said the same things without that self-belief, it would sound like complaining.
But when you speak, we listen.
You’re right—there’s a culture of “cool” where wanting something too much is uncool.
But I do want it.
I want to love what I do.
I want to work hard.
I’m not too cool to care.
You hire people who would do anything for what they love—
and I relate to that.
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You once said we’re all writers.
You’ve made me feel more deeply.
I’m messy. I’m many things at once.
I feel like a chameleon sometimes, and it's terrifying—this freedom to choose who I want to be.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I’d hate being told what to do.
I’ve heard enough advice already.
I can’t imagine the pressure you feel—to be a role model, to not mess up, to always perform.
But you have messed up—and you were honest about it.
And the people who stayed? They’re your people.
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Sometimes people say no.
Sometimes the door doesn’t open.
Sometimes the world decides who it thinks you are.
But that’s just noise.
And when I feel lost, I remember who I am—and who I want to be.
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I’ve misspoken.
Trusted the wrong people.
Hurt the right ones.
Let guilt ruin good moments.
Ten times over.
But it helps knowing you’ve been there too.
That I’m not alone in being imperfect.
After school, I’ve just tried to do the next right thing.
Not from ego, but from gut and grace.
I don’t know what’s right all the time.
But as long as I’m breathing,
I’ll be okay.
As long as I’m dancing,
I’ll celebrate this life.
Love,
Lucky
