* Total props to whomever can figure out where this is from. No cheating!
People, I can’t tell you how many posts I have started and then stopped this week (well, ok, it was three, but who’s counting?). I have lots to say, the written diarrhea is backing up, but I can’t quite find the right words to express it. I have lots of ideas written down – but none seem inspiring. Where is my muse? Does infertility even have a muse? If it did, I would imagine that it would be Melpomene, she of tragedy. Thalia could be the pinch hitter if good ole Mel was hitting the town one night, desperate for a little levity after the woes of the infertile world.
Maybe I should take the cue of the Greeks and write of cautionary tales and other mythology (although I thought it was so freaking hysterical that they recently reported that the vast majority of ancient Egyptian scrolls discovered in 1896 were torrid romance novels full of porn. 2,000 year old porn, people!). Or perhaps, since it is the season of graduation, I should write my speech as the graduating speaker – which will likely never happen, but if the woman who spoke at my college graduation could actually be invited, there’s hope for me yet.
Ah, yes, I think I will indulge in a little navel gazing, but instead of addressing acne-ridden teenagers who are aching to go get trashed before the ink on their diplomas dries, I will speak directly to the me that ten years ago this year graduated from college. Lord knows I could have used some words of wisdom. Here goes:
Dear Ms. X,
You have now been out of college for a month and frankly, you’re a bit of a mess. No forward momentum to propel you to the next adventure, no plan for the future. Knowing what I know now, here’s some advice for getting through then.
Seek engagement (no, not a marriage proposal). I know how much you loved college – the friends, the sense of being and fitting in that you never achieved in high school, and I know how hard it is for you to say goodbye to those things. I don’t think it would be possible to recreate the experience that you had in college (and in some respects, you probably don’t want to), but remember how wonderful it felt to be engaged, learning, constantly introduced to new ideas and new people. You now have to seek those things out for they will not come as easily.
Lighten Up. I do remember very well how much you thought of yourself and how seriously you took things. I’ll just say two words: lighten up. Nothing you experienced in your 22 years in any way compares to the shit storm you will run into later in life. Failure to start lightening up will result in a nasty five-year hangover down the road.
Be compassionate. Remember that no one’s life is a bed of roses and nine times out of ten, the person who is making your life difficult has a lot of difficulty themselves. The one out of ten person is probably just an asshole and not worthy of further thought.
Be gracious. You know the Golden Rule, but it bears repeating. Treat others as you would have them treat you – even if they don’t hold up their end of the bargain! Not only do you get to ride the moral high ground, you have done a good deed that has lightened someone else’s burden.
And, most importantly, be mindful. You have your whole life in front of you. Now is not the time to rush it.
Smooches, Your Older, Wiser Self.
ps – those birth control pills that you were taking for endometriosis? Totally not needed. Throw those bad boys out (but still use a condom!). Use the money you would have spent to buy stock in Apple. You could pay for numerous IF treatments off of the earnings. Just a thought.
What would you, dear reader, tell your younger self?