Sara was a quiet, gentle woman who disliked celebrations, or surprises. Unfortunately her birthday was coming up and she assumed something was up by the way her friends were whispering. She was one of a group of reserved women who rarely made noise in the dorm and never delivered unkind words even when thinking them. This night she was an invited guest at a smug gathering place only to receive her birthday surprise. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed the party.
To know myself is not easy. Especially in today’s world, at my age. When I was young and a mother of three so busy with life, just an ordinary life, I had no time to think about myself except to try to be the best wife, housewife and mother I could be. Oh, I took classes to improve, etc but it always came down to me, alone at the helm, always wondering if I was doing okay.
So thinking now I realize every woman may feel those feelings, those struggles to be the best at what you do, simply because you are a woman. Maybe that’s why this over fifty complex I’m in has a lot more women than men. Maybe it’s in our DNA because we are the caretakers, the stronger ones. No offense to men, because I love men, but at least my generation, born in the forties after the Second World War where many women were supposed to “hold the fort” is it in our DNA? I mean no disrespect to any gender, especially in today’s world where all are considered acceptable and true. It’s about time…
Knowing myself is still up for grabs, depending on the day. I am glad not to be in charge anymore, because depending on who I’m supporting. Older, I can see both sides many times so end up confused whereas I used to have a black and white attitude. I’m softer now, thank heavens, or the gods, or experiences, or growth. I think growth may be the winner. Feel free to delete this post😬
Watching my oldest son at the age of sixteen being taken into custody was one of the most traumatic experiences in my life, and still feel it, this forty+ years later. He had driven recklessly, no one hurt or anything damaged, but it was determined he was guilty. I made the mistake of hiring a friend (who was a lawyer) instead of a qualified lawyer, who actually did nothing. Three days in jail was the fine (sentence) from a judge who clearly had a point to make and a friend. It still makes me angry and still today proves people who have money have undue influence.
Joe was drinking coffee, eating breakfast, slurping his grapefruit juice and decided to give his wife a smile. He started out telling an old joke, “have you ever seen a cow wearing a sarong?”
His wife Julie did smile, but came back with a different punchline. “No, but saw one in a wheelbarrow reciting the alphabet – the cow’s hobby.”
Filtering through cracks of threads and tufts of the layers of the fabric, Julie just sat there, letting the flow of creativity go through her. What a vision she thought to herself, it’s almost perfect! Julie’s design for the forest background atmosphere had to include a ruffle, and plumes! Impossible was her first thought, I’ll never complete the professor’s fantasy ideas. Then to freshen her imagination, took a walk around the city’s conservatory and these elements took shape. Even a layer of colorful mosses was inspiration for the backdrop artwork.
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