I had the opportunity recently to have a 1 hour conversation with a woman who I thought very highly of, admired for the way she’s taken life head on and wanted to learn something from. I secretly hoped maybe she could be my guru. That finally I would meet someone from whom I would be willing to learn life’s secrets from. I have long suspected that i am not the guru-having type. I am a doubter, skeptical by nature.
This is how I imagine conversations going with me and potential gurus:
Guru: Why do you seek me, my dear?
Me: I want to know the secret to life…
Guru: *whispers the answer into my ear*
Me, with a scrunched up face and a wave of the hand while I turn to walk away: Naaaahhhh.
I have felt for awhile as if I am on the precipice of my own major life change only I’m stuck at the edge of it. I keep seeking out answers to try to figure out how to make the move forward. which direction to take etc…etc…Speaking with my would-be guru was one of these quests for answers.
It didn’t work out. She didn’t tell me much that I didn’t already know. There were no major light bulb moments. Ultimately her story is just not going to be my story. Plus, she said that dairy was the devil. And I don’t trust anyone who believes in those kinds of absolutes. Guru’s are all about absolutes. Which doesn’t bode well for my other guru applicants.
Just kidding. I’m not accepting applications.
