It's here. I decided to take an accounting: my weight, assets, debts. Sort of a spread sheet on this my 60th birthday. But it seemed too disheartening once I stepped on the scale.
As I wrote in my morning pages I realized that the actual accounting was much more uplifting and really where I'd stored by treasures: my children, my friends, my husband, my family. My job and co-workers. Neighbors. Books.
This is beginning to sound like a bad Christmas letter.
So, here's the thing. Yesterday, I danced at the Jazz Cabaret with a man who said I followed well and I took that as a compliment because he was as good a dancer as Ken and although I was a little nervous dancing with someone other than my husband who I've been dancing with since I was 17, I just relaxed and listened to the beat. I think I'll try doing that more.
About Me
- Eventuallysusan
- I am of that age, a journalist since I was in 4th grade and wrote that as my career goal, mother of two grown children and wife of one heroic, sweet man. I am a transplanted midwesterner who makes her home in the Southwest and her living writing for a major metropolitan daily. There are fewer of us than there use to be.
2 comments:
1--you and Ken since you were 17?? I didn't know that. Wow.
2--yay for dancing. i've rediscovered that i love dancing. even though i'm not good. :)
HI. I love that you're dancing and blogging. Your other blogs are great. Write more! Write more!
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