Girl, you'll be a woman soon...
Just when you begin to take life more seriously an earthquake shakes you to your senses.
I was talking with my mother a week or so ago about how I feel as though I haven’t really completed the “rites of passage” that would constitute me as a woman. (Beside that “Now you’re a woman” speech when I was a pre-teen) I am not married… Lord I’m no where near it actually. I haven’t had children. I don’t own a home. I am actually settled in more now than I have been at anytime in the past. Yet when I went out to lunch with one of my girlfriends (her and her husband are expecting their first child together) a couple weekends ago, and she referred to herself as a woman, it kinda caught me off guard.
Not that I don’t think I’m mature, or that I’m longing for the past days of my teen years. I just need to gain perspective on the word. Men are called “Men” from before they reach double digit age. They wear the name well.
I remember shortly after I graduated high school a girl that was one year older than me was killed, and they referred to her as a “woman” in the news reports. This seemed so matronly at the time. It still does.
In my early twenties I had coffee with my mom and her best friend, and I told them that I didn’t ‘feel’ like I was getting older. Her friend, D, told me that she never really felt older on the inside, just her responsibilities changed over time with a husband and kids, but she still felt like a girl on the inside. My mama the other day said that sometimes she feels like a girl, sometimes she feels like a woman. (Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don’t – I get it).
As the big "3 – 0" rapidly approaches just a few months away I guess I shall attempt to embrace the title. After all I just negotiated my first business deal today, and didn’t do too badly, if I do say so myself.
But I shall always be OC Girl on the inside…
Sorry for the lack of light-heartedness that these postings have recently. It’s the fucking weather… and earthquakes. (I’m just happy I can blame everything on those things as of late… and hope my home will stay firmly upon the hill it is placed).
But tonight friends and I shall create our own rays o’ sunshine with a meet up after work for an evening of Margarita Madness.
I was talking with my mother a week or so ago about how I feel as though I haven’t really completed the “rites of passage” that would constitute me as a woman. (Beside that “Now you’re a woman” speech when I was a pre-teen) I am not married… Lord I’m no where near it actually. I haven’t had children. I don’t own a home. I am actually settled in more now than I have been at anytime in the past. Yet when I went out to lunch with one of my girlfriends (her and her husband are expecting their first child together) a couple weekends ago, and she referred to herself as a woman, it kinda caught me off guard.
Not that I don’t think I’m mature, or that I’m longing for the past days of my teen years. I just need to gain perspective on the word. Men are called “Men” from before they reach double digit age. They wear the name well.
I remember shortly after I graduated high school a girl that was one year older than me was killed, and they referred to her as a “woman” in the news reports. This seemed so matronly at the time. It still does.
In my early twenties I had coffee with my mom and her best friend, and I told them that I didn’t ‘feel’ like I was getting older. Her friend, D, told me that she never really felt older on the inside, just her responsibilities changed over time with a husband and kids, but she still felt like a girl on the inside. My mama the other day said that sometimes she feels like a girl, sometimes she feels like a woman. (Sometimes I feel like a nut, sometimes I don’t – I get it).
As the big "3 – 0" rapidly approaches just a few months away I guess I shall attempt to embrace the title. After all I just negotiated my first business deal today, and didn’t do too badly, if I do say so myself.
But I shall always be OC Girl on the inside…
Sorry for the lack of light-heartedness that these postings have recently. It’s the fucking weather… and earthquakes. (I’m just happy I can blame everything on those things as of late… and hope my home will stay firmly upon the hill it is placed).
But tonight friends and I shall create our own rays o’ sunshine with a meet up after work for an evening of Margarita Madness.
posted by hannahhas @ Thursday, June 16, 2005
1 Comments:
At 8/25/2006 11:01:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Enjoyed a lot!
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