A friend sent an
article about soul mates. The author put them in a basket with Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.
When you take it apart the notion rests on one immovable belief.
The important growth happens before
you ever meet.
If you swallow the idea of soul mates, someone who is perfectly matched for you, that suggests that you have already reached your potential. You are kind enough. Forgiving enough. Patient enough. The rough sand paper has already come through and the next fifty years are just for fine grade smoothing.
If we apply that logic to other areas, the pinholes become gaping
caverns.
If I just pick the right college, I am home free.
Once I choose a career, I can coast.
If I find the right ballet shoes, I will be be able to dance.
Childbirth is the tipping point. Then parenting will be a breeze.
While I like who I was at age twenty
two when John proposed, I was not done learning. I had not arrived at who I hope to be when the dust has settled.
Yes it is prudent to pick the university that best fits your aspirations. Career counseling can save you a lot of heart ache trying to be a defense attorney just because your father was, when what you really want to do is paint. I am a huge fan of informed birth, and read a library's worth when I was pregnant the first
time.
But that does not replace what happens next.
