Someone has ever said to you, “I’ve heard your kind of hardcore.”
You’ve calculated your grade and made the case to your high school English teacher that she miscalculated when she gave you an A- instead of an A.
You return to work after a vacation, things don’t piss you off as easily, and you think, “Huh, maybe vacation is useful.”
You work 16 hour days 7 days a week, and think, “I can do this forever.”
A friend says of someone else, “She runs until she makes herself throw up, can you believe that?!” And you think, “I get it, just a little bit. I get it.”
You have to practice relaxing and enjoying downtime and social situations that have no purpose.
You work out as hard as you can, so that you’re not as hardcore with the people in your life.
You leave at the end of yoga class before final relaxation because you think it is kind of a waste of time, until the teacher calls you on it during class.
You’re in a group exercise class and the teacher tells you that you’re going to do Sprint intervals, and as you’re doing them, the other members of the class, who are sauntering, comment that you’re really sprinting, and you say, “I thought that’s what we were supposed to do.” . . . But then the others pick it up.
You don’t let your kindergartener play outside with friends after school because, “There are things to get done.”
You don’t have to read Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother because you think, “I’m already the most up-tight mom I know.”
I hope you liked this list. I’ve done all of the above, but have stolen one from a friend, I’ll let you guess which one.
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