Doing Yoga with My Classmates' Moms/Talking About What I'm Doing After Graduation

So in case you don’t know, I live and work in the city in which I grew up. Why did I phrase that so awkwardly? I don’t know. Anyway, this city also happens to be the city where I went to college. Despite all this, I swear I am normal and well-adjusted. My boyfriend and I have our own apartment and live about half an hour away from my parents and the actual town I grew up in. I know it sounds crazy, but most of the time I forget I’m in the same city where I’ve lived for the large majority of my life (I moved here when I was 6). There are actually many benefits to living in your hometown. I’m close to my family, I know about the local attractions, I can see the people who matter to me (old friends, etc.), but there are definitely times when it gets a LITTTTTTLE weird.

You know I bought one of these when I signed up for class

For instance, my mother and I decided that we would take a yoga class together at one of the elementary schools in my former school district. We would get to spend time together and get some exercise. The yoga class is great because I get to hang out with my mom, and it turns out I really love yoga.

For some reason though, I always have this terrible fear that I’m going to fart in the middle of a silent class. Does anyone else worry about this? Anyway, once I put that fear aside I genuinely enjoy myself and find it very relaxing. It’s not an intense, sweaty workout, but sometimes after a long day at work I just want to chill out, stretch, and get outside of my own head. It’s good.

The weird part about yoga is that the class consists of me, my mom, and the moms of a bunch of kids I graduated high school with. Literally I am the only person under 45 in that class. Don’t get me wrong I love the ladies in the class, but it’s kind of funny to be moving into Downward Facing Dog knowing that the woman on the mat in front of me is the mother of that soccer player who all of my friends had a crush on in 9th grade. Know what I mean?

None of these families in my graduating class. Boo.

It’s also kind of interesting to see the moms in relation to the kids. I went to school with most of these people from first grade through twelfth grade. I think I have a pretty good understanding of what the kid was all about. Now it’s interesting to see the parent of the kid.

I think it’s kind of cute and funny when the parent and the kid are basically carbon copies of each other. However I also think it’s really interesting when you would have no idea that the parent gave birth to the kid. Makes me want to get all Psych 101 on the family. It also makes me wonder what people think of my mom and me. I think that we look pretty similar and definitely act alike, and I’m proud of that. My mom is the (I’m bringing that phrase back in case I haven’t told you).

The other thing that makes the class awkward is that I always get paranoid that the moms think I’m some loser who came home from college with an expensive degree and is now living in her mom and dad’s basement eating bon-bons all day. Listen, I know I that these ladies probably have better things to do than make up stories about what I’m doing, but still. My town is relatively small and I know how these things work.

This brings me to my next point. When I first started my job, I was embarrassed to tell people that I’m working in my family business. I didn’t want them to think I couldn’t get another job and so my mommy and daddy had to save me and get me on the payroll.  But then I realized…my job is pretty awesome. And I’m qualified to do it. I am not there because of my last name, I’m there because I add something to the company. I have my own apartment. I pay my own bills. I don’t live in my parents’ basement (although there’s nothing wrong with doing that for a few months after graduation). I am not a stripper or a drug dealer or any other unsavory profession. I have nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I should be proud of what I’m doing. I don’t care if I don’t work at a Fortune 500 company, I like my job and I that’s what matters. ::insert thunderous applause and standing ovation here::

How do you feel about telling people what you’re up to these days? Do you feel like you have to live up to expectations? If you knew no one would/could judge you, what type of job would you do? You can pretend that you’d have the skills to do any job.  I think I’d either be a.) a writer b.)  a singer c.) a motivational speaker c.) a family/relationship therapist d.) some sort of medical researcher (that would never happen in real life though because I barely got through Math for Idiots during freshman year). And one last thing, be proud of yourself. Like I said in my last post, it takes a while to figure everything out. If you graduated with a degree, that’s a huge accomplishment on its own. You don’t need to apologize for the fact that you aren’t running Google yet. The first year or two after you graduate college is like a Reese’s cup, there’s no wrong way to eat it…or I guess do it would be the more appropriate verb.

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