Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Rapids

The past year or so has been like I had lost my footing while standing on a slippery moss-covered rock in the middle of a fast-moving river and had fallen into that river.  Swept along, I had no choice but to go with the flow without any idea of how long I would be subject to the whims of the current or if I would ever find sure footing again.  Occasionally a branch or something would appear and I would reach out, but I would continue my journey as the branch slipped out of reach.  Some, I managed to touch or even hold briefly before it slipped out of my fingers.  Finally, one day, I saw a branch.  I reached out to grab it and was able to get a good grasp.  It was sturdy and could take my weight against the rapids trying to pull me along.  Using this branch, I pulled myself up onto dry land and things began to stabilize.  My strength began to return as I was no longer focused solely on mere survival.  

Now I begin to explore this new shoreline and venture inland a bit.  I am getting to know the inhabitants of this place.  Now I must figure out who I am in this environ—my place and what I have to offer.  I see people who have accomplished so much at such a young age and yet I have a tendency to overthink things and second-guess myself.  I am trying to discover what I am interested in.  Well, I have ideas, but am still intimidated with the idea that the things I am interested in are “outside my social class.”  Many of my interests and tastes seem more in line with upper-middle class pursuits (attending theater, symphony, art galleries, and lectures by renowned scholars in their fields of study) while my upper-working –to-lower-middle-class  upbringing and salary tells me that I am being too hoity-toity.  That even if I tried to fit in, I would be quickly outed as a fraud: that I don’t belong.  To some, I am the poor cousin who comes to town; to others I am like the once-wealthy cousin who lost everything and was forced down a notch or two.  


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