Jane came to a fork in the road, which she seemed to remember, but not which way she needed to go. She thought, to the right, but she wasn’t sure anymore. Suddenly feeling defeated she just sat there in the car.
She was trying to get to the beach to clear her head. Everything was messed up. Her job was terrible, her boyfriend, Alex, was being a jerk, her mother was pressuring her to give up her apartment and move back in. Yes, she was overwhelmed, yes, she was getting into debt, but move back home?
They had gone to this beach every summer when she was little. They always went the first week that school was out. Her mother said it was because “it’s the end of one thing and way too early to worry about the next.” It was really relaxing walking on the beach, collecting shells even just sitting watching the ocean. Jane wanted that calm feeling again. Maybe she could figure out what to do. But which way, left or right? That was the question.
But that wasn’t the real question, Jane thought. She was struggling, she needed to step back and figure out how to fix her life. She had only taken this job because they were hiring, plus she already knew she and Alex were not going to last. Her mother wanted her to take classes at community college, which she could afford to do if she gave up her apartment.
Looking up just as the sun came out from behind a cloud, she saw the street signs she hadn’t noticed before, “Struggle Road” to the left, “Mom’s Way” to the right. Jane turned right, the way to the beach, and for the first time in months, she laughed out loud.