I noticed it was Saturday, July 2. What, you may ask, is important about that. It is the anniversary of my first wedding. Forty-five years ago, on that date, I married my first husband, subsequent father of my children.
Since I clearly know what the date is and have not spent 45 years reminiscing about it, I can't say why it came to my consciousness. Three days prior to that was Rosey's 42nd b'day; the dates have been closely related lo these many years and her birthday has been prominent for most of those years.
Knowing now what I didn't know then (and man there's a lot of it), I understand I was young, immature and pretty ignorant. I choose that word rather than 'stupid' although I was a lot of that, too. To put it bluntly, I didn't know S___! Two years of college behind me and the world seemingly laid out in front of me, I actually did believe life was going to be grand and glorious.
And, parts of that life seemed grand and glorious. And parts of that life were dark and miserable. All in all, though, I guess things turned out OK. In the words from Follies, 'I'm still here.'
And, I'm pleased to report that I'm glad I am. That hasn't always been true; but I am looking forward, to time yet to be, and thinking that living life is a good thing. Remembering dates and recognizing where you've been is fine; living now and later is better.
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