A little visit from Reality

A little visit from Reality
By Yours Truly
As Featured at Mile High Mamas

“Sometimes I miss my old life,” I mutter to myself, as I am sitting at my computer, looking at my calendar, phone in hand.

All of a sudden, Reality slaps me in the face.

“Which old life?” she spats at me. “The one where you worked so hard to get into a private college, studied your heart out and graduated with honors? The one where you were in search of a life in the social work field, only to come home every night and cry because you realized that you weren’t really helping people? That you really couldn’t help people? The life where you realized that to be a good counselor you had to care, but to continue to be a counselor you had to not care? That life?”

I am stunned. I hadn’t even heard her come in. “N-n-no. Not that part,” I stutter, remembering how devastated I’d felt at that moment. The realization that what I was going to be when I grew up wasn’t making me happy and that I needed to be happy to function properly had created mass confusion in my brain. The world I’d created for myself threatened to crumble around me.

“But, I fixed that. We moved away. I got into another line of work, using the other part of my major. Life was so free and uncomplicated then,” I say wistfully. “…problem solved.”

“HA!” she laughs in my face. Her wicked eyes crinkling with her smile. “You mean the job where you had the fancy title and were in charge of so many things, but had to get up at 4:30 in the morning to drive all the way up there? To be there early because of your READ ON…