....What You Might Have Been.

"It's never too late to be what you might have been."
-George Eliot

As a child I believed I could become whatever was played out
in my imagination. However, I did not take into account how
time would remove me from the innocence of childish daydreams
and fanciful aspirations. With age came a constructed reality
in which insecurities would rob me of the joy of who I could be.
I recieved a call the other day from a dear friend. She was so
excited because she was going back to school. A few days later
I recieved another phone call from a friend who had served her
husband with divorce papers. Another friend told me today that
she was leaving some things in her past and moving forward into
the future. These three dear friends may become what they "might
have". I too stand at a crossroads. I wonder if I will really
take this opportunity to embrace who I am with all of my talents
or continue to retreat into the shadows of who I am longing to be.

Country Road.....!

I believed that the urban life was where it was all at. I mean look at all the culture one can glean under the skyline of any major metropolitan area....Ballet, Symphony, Art Galleries and Museums. I did not, however note that closer proximity with neighbors and fellow urbanites would create a deeper chasm in establishing meaningful relationships. The urban culture has become a fine oiled machine cranking out a product of overworked, desensitized human beings. The rhythm of the city is quite compelling. Yet, it is not satiating. I wish as a child I had allowed myself the opportunity to feel the rhythm of country life. Now at the age of 31, I am relishing in the country life. Having moved to a smaller "country" town, (ok now we have a Wal-Mart and urban sprawl has gotten a hold of the town) I struggled for several years to truly enjoy it. There is something charming about being able to walk to the grocery store, school, library, park, or downtown. I want to slow down enough to teach my children to truly feel the rhythm of nature. I want my rural experience to match the experience of Thoreau at Walden Pond.