Graduation Pressures

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.

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