By the middle of the semester at yoga (yoga for college credit!) a few of us would chit-chat before class began. Occasionally someone from the perimeter would add their two cents. This, of course, was a clear indicator that everyone was listening to me and truly valued my, er, um, wisdom.
I've really enjoyed getting to know some of my classmates. Most of them are barely out of high school and have the sweetest lofty goals. I'm excited for anyone who has big dreams -- that's what I was lacking in my youth.
One especially sweet gal and I talk before class nearly every day. She isn't particularly set on her life's ambition. She's finishing her A.A. in something along the lines of retail management and is climbing the ladder at a major chain, but...turns out she kinda sorta wants to be an art instructor someday and feels lost without an art class in her schedule.
So I start spewing advice...more loudly than usual...
- Finish your degree
- Travel while you're young
- Never stop learning
- Get your life in reasonable order before you start making little people
- Experiences are better than stuff
- Be open to change
- Don't get a dog yet
In all likelihood, a good percent of these gals will eventually go through something similar to what I have. After five, ten, 15, maybe even 30 years in a committed relationship, something will go awry. And maybe they'll think back to the crazy middle-aged lady from yoga class and realize she wasn't so crazy. And because they were younger and wiser than me and finished their college degrees, they will have that Plan B in their back pockets and they will pick up the pieces of their shattered lives quickly and painlessly and simply move on.
At the very least, perhaps a couple of them will think twice before they adopt a dog with their boyfriend.