I'm ready to say good-bye to the last 2 years of commuting up to a world I left behind a long time ago. Lower-upper class suburbia is where I came from. Here I drove with a knot in my stomach every day to work knowing I was never enough to return to that starched and pressed place. Every conversation here has included a competitive edge. Can you be funnier, fitter, more devoted to your job, more popular, louder, a better shopper? Do you have gorgeous, athletic, academically advanced children?
I may be headed for a job where I can use my real laugh (not the forced one) and be an analytical introvert without fear of not being cool enough for the Mean Cheerleaders (the women in my dept.) This fact actually makes me want to cheer! Someone might ask me a question about my life. That would be a change of pace from my life of anonymity here.
I may be headed for a job where I can use my real laugh (not the forced one) and be an analytical introvert without fear of not being cool enough for the Mean Cheerleaders (the women in my dept.) This fact actually makes me want to cheer! Someone might ask me a question about my life. That would be a change of pace from my life of anonymity here.
2 comments:
Blessed Fit to you Miss Hazel! Sometimes it takes being in the place that doesn't fit for us to understand how well fit fits. And that is true in so many areas of life! Here's to all the Hazel yet to come.
Woohoo!!!
How are you going to celebrate this monumental move?
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