Bring on the Tomorrows

This week I celebrated my sixty first birthday.  The years have passed so swiftly and I find myself looking back at my life in disappointment.  If I should live to my mid nineties I am now two thirds of the way through my life.  What do I have to show for it?  I am a child of the sixties.  We were going to change the world and they did but I didn't.  During my first year of college young American women were demonstrating against the inequality of the work place between men and women by burning their bras.  College campuses all over the United States were all but closed down by the demonstrators.  At SIUE, where I attended a small handful of students missed the demonstrations because they were attending classes.  Being a good little girl and afraid of what my father would say if I missed even one class, I dutifully attended every boring class, missing out on being a participant of that historical event.  What was wrong with me?  I listened and believed all the negative things my parents had to say about these courageous young people and did not open my mind to the possibilities that my parents and the politicians of the day could possibly be wrong.

After 23 years of marriage to a controlling man, much like my parents, I vowed to open my mind to all possibilities.  This new mindset has opened my eyes to a much bigger and more fascinating world.  Still I have not done and seen all that I would like to. Yet as I look around me I see that I have done and seen more than many others.  Finances keeps me from doing all that I would like to do.  It has been a bummer being unemployed yet it has given been free time that I did not have while working so I cannot complain.  I have tomorrow and if I can stay healthy for the next thirty years I may have 10,950 tomorrows give or take a few hundred.  Bring on the tomorrows.  This girl's got new adventures to pursue.