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Ah. So it's today....
Thursday, September 23, 2004I looked up a poem by Byron this morning, thinking some good ol' poetic wisdom would help me get over the sinking/giddy feeling of having woken up no longer able to say that I am in my 20's. Unfortunately, the poem I though he wrote he wrote at 36, not 30. So I shall have to wait 6 more years for Byronic consolation. 30. When I was younger, in my teens, it seemed like a fair enough age. I thought I would be well settled into my life at 30, that I wouldn't get mairried until then. It's odd, how life is not what you expect...but then, we expect ourselves to follow basically logical patterns that we never do. Maybe I would be where i expected to be if I'd followed the path mapped out by a 16 year old girl who thought that she would have a masters in library science by now, who joined the ALA so that she'd have a good chance to get a scholarship, who choose the library because she loved books and because, wanting to be a writer, she thought it would be the best career choice. After all, she'd be right next to her reference materials. She never imagined getting *tired* of college. of deciding to put off the masters so she could get a job and get mairried. Cindy at 16 would never have allowed a man to push her off her path. He could wait, or he could leave. How is it that I was more sensible at 16 than I am now, almost twice that age? Permalink Cindy scribed this at 1:21 PM 0 comments |