You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
Sit. Just sit.
As I think about and consider landmark events, starting with my first board exam results in grade10. I read the results, walked back to the steps and sat down. Sat down to make a note of the numbers before I forgot or worse, interchanged them.
Next time was the pre university exams, PUC as it’s called in India, I had to sit down. The results were pathetic. I had flunked out. This time I had to note down the marks, because I did not want to mix those numbers down. The drama at home was expected, but the reality check was something that was required to shake up the apple cart.
Round 2 PUC exams and this time in ARTS was an incredible score. Proof that I had obviously learnt the lesson. I sat down, in happiness, ecstatic to have aced it.
Jump and skip to a few more years down the line, I was jumping with joy when the proposal came in. Walked in clouds until my marriage. Continued floating around until it was time to get to the next stage. Kids. Every pregnancy kit that went in with me, had me sitting and waiting patiently for the results. There were quite a few, so many in fact that I almost gave up. And then the positives came in! Stupendous news, and I sat down just to let it sink in. This was by far one of the bigger ones.
The next one was probably the time I got back into working full time on a remote position. I sat through this one. It was a big one. But not with the same level of excitement as any of the other firsts, this one ended up being a little of a twist in the tale. But was one where I sat down to just let the thought sink in. After taking a long sabbatical, getting back into corporate chaos is something of a jolt.
It’s taken me the better part of three decades to understand that the shock of the results or information I was not expecting just led to a blood rush out of my head, making me lightheaded enough to warrant a sit down to get my bearings . So much for the excitement. And the giddy merriment. I hate it when science kills the romanticism of the moment.
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