“and I ain’t got nobody/I’ve got some money cause I just got paid/Now how I wish I had someone to talk to/I’m in an awful way.” Cat Stevens
I may have identified with this song in high school but not as an adult. I was seldom asked on dates in high school. I don’t know why and couldn’t care now. But, I cared then. It fed my insecurity at that time. It garners a smirk now.
Over the decades I’ve kissed plenty of frogs. None was a prince. Though it could be difficult to sit “on the sidelines” while old friends discussed children and grandchildren, my life was fulfilling without all of that.
Does that mean I have a chip on my shoulder? It’s a small one. I’m happy to be responsible for my own destiny. I worked hard to achieve what I have. While my lifestyle may seem non-traditional in that I’ve never married and have never had children, those are society’s expectations. I’m fine where I am, thanks.
I’ve dated, declined a couple of proposals, had a serious relationship in the past ten years. And here I sit, on a Saturday night, very happily. The football game is on, cookies are in the oven, a good book awaits, and I’m writing. Oh, and I’m humming a song in my head from back in the day.
My mom, who lives in assisted living and is 95, visits here on Sundays. The cookies are for her. As I mixed them, the recipe in my memory since my youth, it brought me back to many Saturday nights during the early years of high school when I often baked cookies on a Saturday night. And read. And watched tv. I don’t tape record songs from AM radio anymore though.
Oh yeah, have I told you I wrote a book?
Stories Are For Eternity 