Hello my Freaky Darlings,
As a writer I have a tendency of people watching and eavesdropping on conversations. I fully admit that I’m a bit of a voyeur, but it’s part of the job. Yes, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Recently I was once again eavesdropping on an interesting conversation between a group of friends in a coffee shop. The dynamic of the group was also interesting as they all varied in age and came from different walks of life. Not entirely sure how they all ended up as friends, but that doesn’t really matter, what does is the topic of conversation that made my ears prick up.
One of the women asked when each of them thought had been the best time of their lives. What I thought was particularly interesting was that they each thought the best was behind them. Their answers varied from their time in high school, to varsity, the their first job, to when their first child was born.
The thought that the best is behind me is just too depressing to contemplate. My childhood, while probably not the worst childhood ever was bad enough for me to seek refuge in my over active imagination, which is apparently why one shrink told me was the reason I ended up as a writer in the first place. My teens were spent watching my father die from a horrible disease, so once again not exactly the best of times. My twenties were spent on bad relationships and figuring out who the hell I am and then there was a bad marriage as well, so once again not the best of times. And so far my thirties have been about rebuilding my life after a divorce and getting my writing career up and running. I’ve had an interesting past and I wouldn’t change any of it, but I think the best is still ahead of me. I know who I am and what I deserve in a relationship, which I didn’t know when I was younger. I’m doing what I love and am finally living life on my terms and not someone else’s. My career is heading in the right direction. I have a publisher I love working with and have a few books under my belt and many more stories running around my head waiting for me to tell them. There is still so much life left to live. So many things to do and see. Still so many adventures to be had. The best should never be in the past, but always still to come, waiting just around that corner.
So … are you like those women who thought the best was behind them or are you like me and think it’s still to come?