Graduation is soon. One classmate keeps a running count of the days remaining. “Not many” is all I can mumble.
“What are you graduating with?” [random encounter with a normal human]
“A Masters in Social Work.”
“Ah.” The normal human’s face looks puzzled before it performs Standard Happy Expression. “Congratulations! What are you going to do?”
“Catch a nap.”
But, seriously. I’m going to start opting out of the US Healthcare system by eating mostly fruits and vegetables and staying away from meat and dairy. I want to be the person I am in the gym. Perhaps less chatty. My coach thinks it isn’t possible for me to be quiet. This is what happens when you give a person, who processes life out loud, emotional space. She chats. I also lift heavy things, take risks and direction, work toward goals, expose vulnerabilities and allow them to be addressed. It’s a pretty sweet life under the bar.