
I know how to be 20 something, luring a man to the bar for drinks and giving him an opportunity to get to know me. I know how to be 38, secure in myself, with a house, clothes and a job to go with it.
I know how to throw a dinner party, a cocktail bash, and a 45th birthday party for the singlest stud in the neighborhood. If you were there, you'd still remember. I can rock a little black dress like nobody's business, and give speeches with confidence.
I know how to nurture small children into letting me bandage their boo-boos, and how to get a surly 14 year old to confess. I can get a gerbil out of the air conditioning system, a desirable man into bed, and ski without fear on Black Diamond slopes.
I can best the guy next to me at the gun range and walk away, knowing how bad he wants me (for all the wrong reasons). I can be humiliated at the country line dancing class and have a great time anyway. I can time a hint at just the right bedtime moment that assures me he'll be making breakfast in the morning and have tea on the bedside table when I wake up.
Why is it I can't figure out how to be a woman of a certain age?
How is it possible that I can no longer look my body in the mirror, and now actively avoid social invitations? How is it that the prowess of my youth, the lessons and skills I've acquired, and the strengths I have nurtured for so long, have deserted me?
How did I not learn to grow old with dignity? Where is the grace of my grandmothers, the wisdom of years, and the spirit that has kept me so alive for so long?
I want to be 25 again, and 30 and 36, and 42, and even 48 - just for a day or two. I'd like to recapture that confidence, and even the brashness, that I thought was me at my best. I always knew I'd be a great old lady - full of smart sass and wit mixed with wisdom, and just eccentric enough to make me lovable.
It's this in-between time I never counted on. Unsure, and finally unemployed. Lacking in confidence and nobility, occasionally infirm, short on funds, and surrounded by uncertainties. Lifeless too soon. Luckless - too bad. Where did I go? I have no idea, but if you see me... send me a map, would you?
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Judging by what I've read of you, I think you have a sharp mind and a biting wit that any halfway sensible man would find attractive. (I'll take your word on the little black dress, unless you want to send me a picture!) Sometimes I think I'd like to go back to being 30 again, knowing what I know now, but I really don't. I find women of a certain age to be the most delightful company, because I'm not enjoying them for shallow reasons.
But seriously how did we get here?
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sometimes I believe there is no map, you just make it along the way
Hugs!
I guess for a man it's different in many ways, but the basics could be interchangeable, I think.
The prowess, the skills, the strengths may be dormant, but I doubt they've deserted you.
They'll wake and work just fine when it all feels safe again. When the guy looking at you is looking at your eyes, and you believe him.
That's when it will work again.
We have these hiatus' for a reason, I'm sure. Certainly not so we can hang out in singles bars - maybe we're just meant to rest, reflect, accept, for awhile.
I mean, prowess and all that - well done, but not half as attractive now as a reflective soul.
Okay, some desperadoes are out there looking for insecure women - you gotta ask why, about those ones.
There's plenty of maps - old ones from the sailing days - they'd always mark "the Doldrums," where the winds were infrequent.
So sailors sat around and told stories, mended sails, getting ready for when the winds would come.
The winds always came - it's how you and I got here, isn't it.
The winds will come.
Those who admit to regular needs to reset, or to call a do over, also give insight - something to mull on.
Leepin L always adds just the right pinch of humor to keep us on course. FORE!
Those of you who are my bosom buds (yeah, that includes Trig, he felt me up once), you have to know how much I love you showing up to any little post-party I throw here and your wisdom leaves us all in a better place. Thanx for leaving pieces of your own maps.
To the folks I haven't met, ... wow. So glad to do so. Your comments/thoughts are very much appreciated. I'm favoriting you all today, and visiting your blogs to see what you're all about too.
Here in Beach town, USA, today (Sunday) we are balmy at 60-something degrees and the light wind is blowing through the open doors and windows, clearing the winter from the air inside... in more ways than one.
I'm going back now to take a virtual bath in the comments again and am sending good thoughts for a GNS to every reader who passes by. You're so generous to share pieces of your own maps.
Now I just need to find some Scotch tape. ;)
Duchess Gabby L'Abby . . . you've got the nobility and the minx in your nature to better any scenario to its highest realm. Why, look how you moved minds-spirits-heartdances right here. Find what the 45 yr old who had the hot party thrown for him grew up to be. Another day, another LBD and let it work ya girl.
Meanwhile, I felt your vibes and rambled on over, glad I did, and glad to let you know though you're tinkering with your GPS, your emanation radar works just fine and dandy. Oh - here's the scotch tape you wanted, but can I have the martinis and superlative afternoon with you and Christina D?
~ Absolutely*Kate, happy to see Elijah Rising every 5 years
For me there is so much to let go of, especially my lifelong abilities to influence and manipulate. It feels kinda Buddhist.