Back forty some years ago when I was younger & life was safer – we only feared the Russians…Mrs. Whiket had a tomato garden on the edge of the woods that we would sneak up on & steal her vine ripened tomatos. We’d then walk over and climb up on the roof of City Hall and eat them with a salt shaker in hand. You know it’s a small village of you can do that & no one notices kids on a roof.
It’s time to pay back… to grow the tomatos for others to come sneak away with. Or to just lay in the grass with salt shaker in hand & eat my own tomatos.
Apr 14, 2006, 10:41AM PDT | 0 comments
When you are young- twelve or thirteen – your body goes crazy on you & you feel so out of control. People give you more adult attention, which has it’s advantages & disavantages as you try to figure out who you are.
When you’re fifty your body goes crazy on you and you feel out of control. People start to ignore you or look past you. You get confused, disappointed, or lost.
I am wanting to be comfortable with my aging. I want to seek out the positives. If you don’t see me because I am no longer young you are also setting me free of your expectations. I don’t have to be a grown-up, I can embrace crone-ism, crazy old lady freedom. I can laugh, I can love I can mentor/nuture/love myself & others.
I just got to get comfortable being me.
Apr 14, 2006, 06:11AM PDT | 1 cheer | 1 comment
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