The other night, I went to an evening session of yoga after my first day of work. I felt frazzled, since I was taking the metrotransit and the traffic made the bus nearly twenty minutes late… And dropped me off six blocks away from the studio.
There was a moment I wondered if I should go or not… But I’m so glad I did. The closing of David’s class is usually some meditation activity but I did not want to close my eyes. The window in front of me was breathtaking.
There was a perfect branch that came in from one side, with just the right amount of foliage. The tree was cast in black shadow against a brilliant purple and blue and pink sunset, wisps of clouds passing through. Maybe it was the stress of the day slipping away, but I teared up just a tiny bit.
The universe just wants to be noticed.
…when I run into an old acquaintance from high school, and he tells me he’s at the U figuring out what he wants to major in. From my recollection, he is around 4 years out from his own high school graduation.
"Yeah I took a few years off after I graduated high school," he says to me.
My heart sinks a little bit. “A few years off of what??" I wonder. The statement insinuates that the alternative is "on." I realized this phrase bothered me because it sounds like "on and off track."
My heart sank because I felt like this old friend felt the need to justify his own decision to start college when he did. And there is a reason he does so— in this world, you’re “supposed” to go to college right out of high school. Anything else is deemed off track and needs to be explained.
Instead of saying, “Yeah I finally decided to go after taking a few years off,” I wish he could have felt empowered to say to me, “I just started my degree at the university.” No explanations. No need to convince me that this was the right decision for him.
How have my questions and answers perpetuated this constant expectation of college milestone?? I’d like to change that a little bit.