For the last nine months, I have been undergoing a trial of sorts – I have gone through these far too often and thought now that I was older, they would not happen anymore. I was wrong. I hope this will be the last one.
It appears that this “trial” will end in another 3 months. I cannot believe that it has taken a year to resolve it. What a waste of time! I am exhausted from the experience. Seventy is not an age to do this to one’s self.
But anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I leap sometimes before I think. And unfortunately, I will probably leap once again at a chance at a life that I have not experienced before now. This could be a terrible thing by some’s opinions, but I think it shows a type of hope.
I have rarely been afraid to leap to places that friends were reluctant to explore. I have had some very wonderful experiences when I did. And I have had some not so good ones, too. Men are some of the leaps I have made and I have learned a valuable lesson. Men and I do not mix very well. I am too independent and do not fall in line behind them. In the glow of “love” I might try, but after a while I revert to Me. It never ends well, and it always ends. So I will not be leaping after a man. Lesson learned.
And I must tell you my friends, I will soon (3 months) probably be leaping into places and doing things you would never accept. But that is me. You can sit back and watch – either enjoying my choice or “tsk, tsk”ing my behavior. But although I am old enough to know better, I still jump. My good friends of many years will sit back and enjoy the view, and luckily they will still be there to pick up the pieces, if needed.
I cannot wait for the next 3 months to pass. My “party” shoes are ready and my feet are itching. The “sentence” is almost over. Freedom is in my view.
It appears that this “trial” will end in another 3 months. I cannot believe that it has taken a year to resolve it. What a waste of time! I am exhausted from the experience. Seventy is not an age to do this to one’s self.
But anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that I leap sometimes before I think. And unfortunately, I will probably leap once again at a chance at a life that I have not experienced before now. This could be a terrible thing by some’s opinions, but I think it shows a type of hope.
I have rarely been afraid to leap to places that friends were reluctant to explore. I have had some very wonderful experiences when I did. And I have had some not so good ones, too. Men are some of the leaps I have made and I have learned a valuable lesson. Men and I do not mix very well. I am too independent and do not fall in line behind them. In the glow of “love” I might try, but after a while I revert to Me. It never ends well, and it always ends. So I will not be leaping after a man. Lesson learned.
And I must tell you my friends, I will soon (3 months) probably be leaping into places and doing things you would never accept. But that is me. You can sit back and watch – either enjoying my choice or “tsk, tsk”ing my behavior. But although I am old enough to know better, I still jump. My good friends of many years will sit back and enjoy the view, and luckily they will still be there to pick up the pieces, if needed.
I cannot wait for the next 3 months to pass. My “party” shoes are ready and my feet are itching. The “sentence” is almost over. Freedom is in my view.
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