Today, while randomly Googling people I went to school with.....you know, paying homage to some of the precious time I have left on this earth…I found a girl I went to university with. It was a bit of a shock least of all because after 20 years and three kids she’s still striking. Thank god she didn’t have a wildly successful career to topple over the pile of envy I was already carrying. Not that I don’t love my own life but she in turn was dynamic, athletic, outgoing, academically successful and popular and from the blurry 2cm×2cm photo of her, I’m pretty sure she still is. Hate. Her.
It turns out that after getting a Bachelor of Science degree, she headed to New York and somewhere along the way became a…biologist?, consultant?, journalist?, lawyer?, florist? Nope. She became a doula. A doula? Really? I did not see that coming. An unexpected twist in a plot line that makes me wonder if I knew her at all. In fact the older I get, the more I suspect circumstance plays a huge role in who we are.
That kind of inconsistency is a little scary but also reassuring. It means I can live a life even I have not predicted. It also makes me wonder what people thought I’d become. When my dad got married, I made a speech at his wedding that, for years later, he raved about….like he didn’t know I could talk. It’s a surprise for me that it’s a surprise for him. In his eyes I’ve changed a lot. In my eyes I haven’t changed at all.
Perspective’s an interesting thing.