"Who knew?"
This abbreviated yet surging question is one I ask myself often. Like most baby boomers it is not difficult to admit that I've lived more years than I will have left. Therefore, it is time to do something "else."
But the difference, even after having been in this writing frame of mind for my entire life, and finally embracing it in the mid-1990s--after realizing that corporate America can never love me than I love myself--is that I do things for ME now. It's not that I do not love those who surround my life, but when I do something "else" at this point in my brief terrestrial history, it's the "else" that makes me feel whole.
When we as a culture of human beings realize that doing something "else" should not be for reasons of public community, or even private familial approval, then we'd probably all be much happier doing our own "else" and staying out of everyone "else's" business.
That's MY rap, blessin's 2 ya,
cynth'ya
P.S. Celebrate you.
