I became very excited about this blog as soon as the desire to begin struck me. Of course after the initial paragraph I wondered for a brief moment, is what I think and what I have to say relevant? Being me, I dismissed that thought at once. Naturally, its relevant because I thought it. If it wasn’t relevant then the idea would never occur to me.
How to begin is a problem. So many thoughts and possible beginnings fill my mind. However, so many thoughts are sometimes paralyzing so I must begin, even if it’s not at the beginning.
In the 60s, and a bit later during the feminist movement (which was a very good thing in so many ways), women assumed the power. They fought for all the things they had a right to, including allowing their breasts to swing freely. Thus bra burning. I was there and I wasn’t there.
I had gotten married in 1964 at the age of 18 just prior to women being liberated and as a dutiful American woman, got pregnant immediately, and had a beautiful baby girl by the time I was 19. Not that it wasn’t what I wanted, but in truth no other option was shown to me.
Life continued on for me in the cookie cutter fashion of the late 50s early 60s until I grew up. Growing up had nothing to do with age but with the times. Bob Dylan said it best, “The Times They Are A Changin“.
I grew wings and in the parallel world to my marriage, life, and children, I began to fly.