I recently followed Nancy Roman and find her observations echo my mine most of the time and thoroughly enjoy her posts. Back when I was her age (and I’m older than that now), my mother used to call those years “the youth of old age.” Do the 70’s still qualify as “the youth?” No matter how our parents or grandparents tried to instill some wisdom, it doesn’t seem to take until we reach these years. We finally get the “ah hah!” moment. You’ve heard it, “if I knew then what I know now”….”youth is wasted on the young.” I think her point is well taken, however, just enjoy the skin you’re in–now.
The older I get, the more I desire to be true to myself.
That can be a little tricky for women. We have so many faces.
I see my husband – and other men – who seem to have one role, one face. “This is who I am.” they say. And it is who they are all the time. At work, at home, with their buddies – basically the same guy.
But I see women who are mostly like me. We glide from one role to another. We morph and change situationally. Mom and sexpot. Business executive and daughter. Artist and Nurse. Diplomat and housekeeper. Sometimes all in the same day.
I want to be true to myself. But I’ve never been quite sure who that is.
As I get older though, I see that all my various Selves are merging. My multiple personalities are dwindling down. I’m more me.
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