Recently I attended a Relief Society class at church on the story of our lives. The teacher told how her dream as a young woman was to sing on Broadway and drive a pink Cadillac. Now she sings to her two toddlers in a tiny apartment and drives a Toyota.
She asked what we had thought we’d be when we grew up. For
me, I wanted to be a nun. I explained that they were the rock stars of my childhood
in parochial school, at least to me. And they were good role models: smart (they were schoolteachers
and knew a lot more than me) and articulate.
I’m still adjusting to being 65. It’s just a number, I say
to myself, rather unconvincingly. You’re as young as you feel has no comfort in
it: I’m not feeling very young tonight. But I did do my Nerd Fitness workout
today. It's okay to feel a little weary at 10 p.m.
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