Lately, I have been drifting through my days - I feel more like an observer than a participant. I have a feeling that change is coming my way, yet again. But I am in that transition spot where I don't know when or what the change will be.
I have been doing much ruminating on what I have done with my life so far, as well as dreams unrealized, passions on hold, what gives me joy.
And this sounds very egocentric; I guess it is! But I have to live with me so if I am not comfortable where I am, I need to do something about it.
I have been doing much ruminating on what I have done with my life so far, as well as dreams unrealized, passions on hold, what gives me joy.
And this sounds very egocentric; I guess it is! But I have to live with me so if I am not comfortable where I am, I need to do something about it.
I had so many grand dreams and aspirations when I was a girl. Back in the '60s however, some were unrealistic. And some were just plain unrealistic, no matter the decade!
- I wanted to be a medical doctor (girls were nurses, NOT doctors).
- I wanted to be a prima ballerina (but I did not take ballet lessons).
- I wanted to marry George Harrison (me and thousands of other teenagers).
- I wanted to be a "great" writer with a canon all my own (such as Margaret Atwood or Alice Munro).
- I wanted to be the next Carl Sandburg or William Carlos Williams (Jane Kenyon of the midwest).
- I wanted to be homecoming queen (but I went to an all girls school and we did not have homecomings).
- I wanted to be state senator from Illinois (but girls did not do that-they had the bake sales for the candidates).
And looking over this list today, I can say that these things are not my dreams anymore. In fact they have not been my dreams for decades.
J'y suis, j'y reste.
