So recently, when Beth casually said, "you know, you haven’t written a blog post since February" my immediate thought was "no, it can’t have been that long." As always, Beth was right (she’s my boss I have to say that) and I was taken up short by the amount of time that had passed. Beth very nicely always says that she understands but this is part of my job description and I do get paid for it so that’s a big “my bad” on my part.
Anyway, I got to thinking what in the world has been occupying my pea brain so much in the past few months and one thing rose to the fore, COLLEGE. My daughter has been going through the throes of college anxiety and she’s dragging me along with her. My husband seems to be able to blithely dismiss the tears and the sighing but having been a teenage girl once (when dinosaurs roamed the earth) it’s not so easy for me.
Now don’t get me wrong, this is definitely a First World problem and having difficulty choosing from a selection of colleges is just about the worst excuse for tears and sighs ever. However, given that you are only as happy as your least happy child, there I was losing sleep and wringing my hands and scheduling last minute visits to various campuses all so that my little pookie could make the right decision. So what happened after she made her choice? I came home and she was in tears because she wasn’t sure she had made the right choice.
Of course. Why would she allow herself to be happy? She’s 18, beautiful and smart, funny and kind, she has no reason to be happy!
So apologies, friends and blog followers, if you feel you have been denied my droplets of wisdom for too long. I’ve been going back to college, without even the benefit of a frat party or a football game. I just get to pay the tuition, and that is REALLY something to cry about.
Julie, WY's Do-bee and store wordsmith.