Upon receiving news and idle chit-chat from friends back home (or back in their homes), I had the curious sensation of Rapunzel. Trapped in her tower, watching the world go by, letting her hair down at measured intervals, hoping a passing prince would grab on and come to her rescue. Yes, I realize that is not exactly how Rapunzel goes but you know what I’m saying. It’s as if everyone I know, which is undoubtedly an exaggeration, is leading a life moving in a forward trajectory, and I’m orbiting the same sun.
There is some physics metaphor here; perhaps I should have not gotten a C. Without an outside force to act on my path I will follow the same orbit, give or take an asteroid or two. Meanwhile, their lives move ahead, impacted by outside forces: new people, new opportunities, new places, bigger asteroids. My path is constant and cyclical. Change is just not in the stars.
I’ll let my hair down but no prince will come along, and so I’ll stay in my tower until, like Rapunzel, my time comes and I’ve had it with my wicked witch, and I’ll be my own outside force. Jump!