By: Janna Adams
You walk into the room properly marked ‘Saturday Detention’ and immediately realize this is going to be nothing like The Breakfast Club (Where is my John Bender? Not even an Emilio Estevez?). The sudden sense of dread mixed with the faint scent of Fritos overwhelms you. How did you get here? Sure, Algebra isn’t your favorite subject, but you were not cheating on your midterm. Does that sub even know your grade point average? Does she know the that you’re vice president of the SGA and spend your free weekends nursing sick puppies back to health? Bottom line: you don’t belong here. So why should you waste your time trying to make the best of a bad situation when you could use these hours you’ll spend not creating sweet choreography with complete strangers hating every second of it?
Bloom where you are planted. You’ve heard the expression. But what if where you’re planted stinks? You didn’t even run that red light, and now you’re looking at a police officer handing you a $100 ticket. You were supposed to be out having dinner with your friends, but your cousin’s babysitter cancelled and now you’re stuck watching The Disney Channel with two pre-teens all night (and it’s not even the good Disney Channel; what the heck is Dog With A Blog, are you serious?).
Truthfully, it’s hard to think positively when life throws curveballs. It’s messy, it’s annoying, and it just seems unnecessary. Why would God place me here, at this dead-end point, when I could be out doing great things? It is difficult to comprehend, as are most things when we can’t see the big picture. The bad news is, of course, that we never will see the point of our every day situations in the moment we are in them. We are forced to mope, whine, and constantly over-think everything until we reach the moment of realization–or, we are forced to trust that it is where we are meant to be.
Trusting the plan is the essence of blooming. It’s the first step, the scary part. In order to grow, we have to accept. Instead of spending our time going over the millions of other places in life we could be at the moment–working our dream job, with our perfect significant other, living in a small cottage in Paris, watching every episode of FRIENDS on constant loop forever–we could take a look around and say, hey, I’m here. And being “here” doesn’t have to be the worst thing ever; it can be unfortunate, it can be ‘not your fault,’ it can be downright illogical, but it can still be where you bloom, if you allow yourself to do so.
So after you scan your options as quickly as possible and take a seat far enough away from the kid eating the Fritos and painting his nails with White Out, maybe you notice a girl next to you doing that Algebra homework you couldn’t figure out how to do last night. And maybe you make an exasperated but witty comment about how you’re never going to use it in your future as the next J.K. Rowling, and perhaps the two of you share a laugh and she explains how she answered #7 and suddenly you get how to do that, oh my word that was so much easier than you thought. And maybe, just a tiny, tiny part of you, is okay with the fact that you’re completely unfairly sitting in Saturday detention right now. And then maybe your John Bender walks in. That would probably help, too.