I never knew when it would come, or if I’d even appreciate it when it did, but it’s finally here, and I’m excited to say I’m smart enough to take advantage of it.
I’ve finally reached the age where my own opinions and my own happiness are in line with how I live my life.
It’s been exhausting trying to achieve that elusive balance among all those expectations placed upon me – real or imagined – by me and by others, by people I know and love and by people I don’t know and have never met and who may pass me in the street and judge me…
In my own mother’s lifetime, it was illegal for Simon to marry me, but he didn’t even think about it. He just fell in love with me and promised me a life filled with adventures. But it was always there, in the back of my mind, that we were a mixed-race couple, that he was white and I was… not. And when I mention this to him, he laughs, because he remembers how I’d told him right from the start that I didn’t think I’d ever get married, and now here we are, over two decades later, still having our adventures and enjoying the journey one sunset at a time.
So now that’s it here – the time when I’ve reached the age where I’m comfortable in my own skin – actually it arrived slowly and I’ve been sort of slightly a little bit at a time testing it out – I’ve realized the whole point of merging how I’d like to live with how I actually live is to… just live.
So here I am. Living.
As always, thanks for being here. Thanks for finding me!