Age sixteen… for the third time.
The seventeenth anniversary of being 21.
Four dozen years, all packaged up in stretch denim,
Over-sized sweater, and warm fuzzy socks.
The day’s sensible shoes, taking rest in the corner.
At this point, comfort over fashion is key.
At least it is in her world.
Sitting at the keyboard,
Remembering her past,
Dreaming of her future.
Interrupted by the present…
Reality, asking if she’s going to do the laundry.
The spin cycle begins.
What have I accomplished?
Have I made the right decisions?
Will I ever be able to retire?
Should I throw in the towel?
Who the hell am I, and what do I want?
Take a deep breath.
Remember what the chiropractor said.
And the counselors – all three of them.
Time to strengthen. Time to heal.
Age is nothing but a number.
Time to start living your life.
Lots of questions to be answered,
So put on those stretchy pants and get to it.