Beloved had been talking with a dear friend for over an hour already when I had come back with the four-footed one. We had left for an adventure, a chance at some fresh air, and because we were bored. Beloved was working and had insisted on silence to concentrate. So we went for an adventure. The adventure included sniffing flowers, finding other unpleasant smells (her not me), rolling in the grass (her not me again), and picking up some items from the market (me, not her).
We were stealthy coming home, that is until we heard him laughing. The four-footed one took off like a shot in the direction of his laughter while I sorted out the purchases.
He called out to let me know that Helen was on the phone, giving him an update on her life. When he got off, twenty minutes later, it seemed silence was no longer required. He wasn’t working, claiming he hadn’t realized he needed the break, but since he had it, he wasn’t ready to go back to work.
He said that Helen had decided to go back to school, to learn new skills and try her hand at a different career. I told him that it seemed rather unnecessary, as she’s very talented and could easily use her current skills in other professions if that was her dream. He said that she wanted a proper start, and to do so was to go back to school and try the whole experience different this time.
The more I think of this, the more I realize Helen is brave. How many of us would sit in our current careers, or simply find a way to move into another one without starting back in school again? How many of us would demand a whole new experience to go with a new career when we are well out of our twenties? I can’t say that it would be my idea.