Is there something wacky that I can say? I don't know.
I do know that I'm getting older, and i don't know which way to turn. I'm sure this affects many of us, many people, many folks, prior to dropping off the face of the earth.
Part of me thinks that I should be married with kids, in another life, a life that I somehow bungled.
But more likely, I was too scared to live.
I look back now, i awake with a start, and its not good. Its all the regrets of what I should've or couuld've done, swirling around my head. Its all about what I cannot do now, as opposed to what is possible.
I love that people tell the story of the lady who, after raising a family and grandchildren, fiinally got her law degree at 60-something and was a practizing law by age 70. That sounds a lot like Ann Landers Myth -- tho I hate to be a cynic. In fact, i do blieve it possible.
meanwhile, here i sit, hot, steamy, in my apartment, having just gotten back froma long walk (along a long pier -- the west side) with my friend Julianna. She's freaking out cuz SHE is 41, wants the kids, the man, etc. She's good looking, determined, self-reliant... she's A Force.
I think guys are somwhat scared of her. Even with her great looks. They're scared.
