“Yo, I Don’t Wanna Fight Cerberus”
Luisa’s song may be the unexpected anthem of The Great Resignation
These days I find myself immensely grateful that my life fell apart in the last two years. As my marriage fell apart, and then as I fell apart trying to rebuild from that, I started seeing the path I was on and the vision of where that might have left me in another ten years or so.
In an alternate universe where COVID never swooped in to shine a spotlight on the problems in my marriage, I am living the life I was told I wanted by 2025 or so: me, my husband, a kid or two, certainly a house. Maybe I went to law school and I am trying to balance paying back law school debt with my exclusive interest in the less profitable do-gooder type of legal career.
This woman, me of the future that could have been, she exhausts me. I am no longer on track to be her. In the time since the start of the pandemic, I suddenly came to realize I was on a fast track to a place I didn’t want to be, a life I really had never questioned whether I wanted to live.
In the pre-pandemic swirl of day-to-day life, it never really seemed that there was time to ask these questions. Between work, attempting to maintain a social life, and family commitments, the path of least resistance — staying firmly on the track moving forward —…
