WRITER'S WORKSHOP PROMPT:
When do you first imagine yourself wishing you were older or bigger? Write about it.
I don’t remember wishing I were older or bigger as a kid. I did have a favorite song that said, “When I grow up I want to be a mother, one little, two little, three little babies of my own…” I loved that song and couldn’t wait for it to come true, but other than that I think I was pretty content just being a kid.
But now? Now I can say that I’m ready to feel like a grown up. At the fabulous age of 40 (and it is fabulous) I’m ready to quit playing the mind games that have worked to hold me back, and really OWN MY LIFE. I want to own it people. I want to walk with strength and boldness. I want to be large and in charge with a grown up swagger in my step. I’m ready. I really am (shoot, I’m not even sad that it’s time for me to pick up a pair of those snazzy reading glasses (when you have to move small labels back and forth in a trombone like fashion to read them that’s what that means right? Reading glasses?) I say bring it on baby. Bring it on.) I’m ready to be older and bigger (mentally, spiritually and emotionally speaking that is).
Yes, you can refer to me as Ms. Jeanette from now on because I am a grown-up lady person. Unless of course the Femmes come on the radio, at which time I will quickly revert back to being “Miss Jackson if you’re nasty” (an inside joke) and dance my inner teenaged stepchild heart out.
I just can’t help myself.
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