So, we’re doing something right. The almost 7 year old brought home a glowing grade 1 report card – such an amazing achievement and yet, we’re only at the beginning…
We spend about 16 to 20 years in school: 2 years of kindergarten, 5 years of elementary school, 3 years of middle school, 4 years of high school, then onto college or university. And sometimes that’s not enough to land the job of your dreams so it’s back to school for a graduate degree…or maybe even a PhD…or two. Either way, school provides the opportunity to get the learning required for the career / job of choice (or at least the creds to get your foot in the door!)
What comes into play when you haven’t got the training or experience? Is it instinct? Is it upbringing? Genetics? Exposure? Or is it “immersion”…
Lessons for work:
- Doesn’t matter how skinny they make my legs look… maybe I shouldn’t have worn my 6 inch platform sandals to work…on a Tuesday…or ever!
- Note to self: do not declare, “Kamikaze shooters for everyone!!!” at the company sponsored social…again….while standing right next to the president….ooops.
- A closed door does NOT equal privacy when having a fight over the telephone with your best friend / mom / husband / whoever! Even if the doors are heavy, the walls are paper thin.
- The “third stall” is not only for times when your insides are protesting but also a sanctuary for when you don’t want anyone to see you cry because your boss yelled at you or because you just got put on a file that has you working in the remote corners of the country just weeks before you get married / etc. No one will bother you there.
Lessons for marriage:
- Signing a piece of paper does not mean that my significant other now needs to check in with me for every, single decision / outing / etc…call off the private investigators!
- Stressing over the perfect formal dining room suite just two months after getting married – particularly when living in a tiny downtown condo with no dining room –is time wasted that we’ll never get back.
- Going to bed angry sometimes IS the thing to do…the walls in condos are similar to those at the office.
Lessons for when you first have kids:
- The term, “sleep like a baby” is a twisted joke.
- That labor is the hard part is also a joke.
- Trying to decipher the difference in baby cries is also time that I’ll never, EVER, get back…should’ve skipped straight to: it’s gas / they’re hungry / it’s gas / they’re overstimulated / it’s gas / they’re tired / it’s gas!!!
- One chocolate / candy / toy / book / TV show / etc. is never enough…be prepared with more…and more…and more!
What if your “learning” has resulted in “automatic responses”…and what if they’re really far off base? Like faulty perspective that distorts reality…
Besides escaping with chic-lit books, I spend a lot of time in the realm of fantasy: from the Hobbit to Twilight and Harry Potter and more recently, Vampire Diaries. I often fantasize about being thrust into a quest to save the world that’s fraught with clashes of good and evil.
Late last night, I was walking to the subway station after leaving the office through a very well lit and deserted shopping concourse in the financial district downtown, and I scared myself into thinking that something was waiting to jump out from behind a trash can or pillar and attack me! My guard was up and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. It didn’t help that all of a sudden I started to hear clicking heels behind me. Don’t turn around! Is it a mugger? Do I fit the victim profile?
All I can think of is, will I ever see my kids again? Or my husband (aka the level-headed Mr. Niceguy)? Why did I have to go and pick a fight with him? Quickening my pace I make it safely to the subway platform and when it pulls in, I jump on and find a seat. I’ve lucked out…there’s a lady doing something on her phone…a guy a few seats down sipping some 7Up…everything seems normal…but wait…who’s THAT guy? And why is he staring back at me? Oh my goodness…he seems quite pale…is he a vampire? A death eater? Serial killer? Stop staring! I can’t! I want to stare my murderer down so he can regret the day he was born! I will not be made into a jacket, thank you very much…even if I’ve gotten a little rounder!
Get into position…back against wall of subway…that’s right, I’m ready for anything. I’ve watched enough Kung Fu (Panda) to know what to do…HI-YA!
Finally. My stop. Exhale….relief….. Can’t wait to get home and give my honey a squeeze…but wait! The vampire / death eater / serial killer is also getting up. Oh no! Did he catch those evil looks I was giving him? Have I angered him? I didn’t mean to…I’m like a Chihuahua and don’t know my own size! Sorry! I swear I have no control over my facial expressions and Mr. Niceguy is always telling me to stop staring! He says I have a staring problem that most toddlers grow out of. Dammit…he was right again!
Inhale! Quick! Run up the escalator, then up the next one too and out the doors…I’m outside, phew! I’m catching my breath now and turn around. Oh my gosh. He’s right there. Staring at me. Why is he looking at me like that? Hey! I’m not some kind of weirdo or a pity case? Either way, you’re wrong! Just a second! Pffft…
And before I know it, to my surprise…he’s walked on by…hmmm…lesson learned.