First of all, having grown up with a clairvoyant mother as well, Iâ€™m laughing delightedly and feeling your pain at the same time. The thing is, mine tended to fail in her clairvoyance at the oddest times. One of the all time great conversations:
â€œHi, Mom. I should probably tell you Iâ€™ve picked up a new hobby.â€
â€œWhatâ€™s his name?â€
â€œUh, no, Mom, itâ€™s really a hobby.â€
â€œIt isnâ€™t anything dangerous, is it?â€
â€œWell, um, Iâ€™m a volunteer firefighter.â€ (Iâ€™d been doing it for three months at that point)
â€œOh! I thought it was going to be something dangerous. Do you get to wear the hat and everything?â€
â€œYouâ€™re not going to go into any burning buildings, are you?â€
â€œWell, Iâ€™m more into wildland fire fighting.â€
â€œOh. Well, donâ€™t go near any forest fires, you hear?â€
Sigh. Iâ€™ve referred her to this site, but she hasnâ€™t looked at it. Probably for the best.
Your comment about climbing a hill reminded me, though…I used to take an eight pound sledge to pile of broken cinder blocks when my HS got out of hand. It really, really helped keep me from saying anything relationship-ending. Whatever you do, DONâ€™T chop kindling mad. Thatâ€™s just asking to get hurt.
Good luck again,
Nerd on the Fireline