About 50 years ago, when I was 7 years old, I saw myself as a ballerina. A cowgirl. A champion figure skater. I was the apple of my Mother’s eye. I didn’t give a lick about my life except what was right in front of me.
About 40 years ago, I was 17. I was the captain of my high school color guard. I was nearing the end of my high school years. I was wondering what I wanted to do with my life.
About 30 years ago, I was 27. I was the mother of a 6 year old and the victim of a horrible divorce. I was wondering what I wanted to do with my life.
About 20 years ago. I was 37. I was the mother of a teenager and recovering from my second divorce and wondering what I wanted to do with my life.
About 10 years ago, I was 47 and divorcing my third husband because he wanted to take me away from my first grandchild (see ya later, dude!). I was still wondering what I wanted to do with my life.
And last year, on my 57th birthday, I was thinking how lucky I am to have made all those stupid decisions. And I am doing exactly what I want to do with my life.
What were you doing 20, 30, 40, 50, or 60 years ago? What do you take away from this article?