Where have all the years gone, and so quickly? These thoughts cross my mind every once in awhile, especially now as I've had my 63rd birthday. If I could, would I go back to an earlier time, back to my teen years or my college days?
If I'd had a way of foretelling the future, I may have done a few things differently, change my direction a bit, but then again... If I'd fallen in love at 19 with the handsome Italian fella living next door, whom I felt was in love with me at the time , I'd no doubt have a houseful of kids. But, I might also be divorced—since that was his status a few years ago, and still might be.
If I'd been more motivated to finish college and get a degree, I'd be teaching English Comp right now. When I'd moved to San Francisco in 1970, I was working at a local store. From the entrance I heard, “Nancy, what on God's earth are you doing working here?” My jaw dropped.
It was my former college professor, Jean Wilkinson, who'd had very high aspirations for me. She'd kept many of the works I'd written, and thought I would've pursued a writing career, at the very least. Presently, I'm still writing: short stories and romantic poetry,as well as this blog.
If I'd followed my parents to Oregon instead of moving to the Bay Area, I would've never met my husband, a handsome airline captain,and had our two children. Nor would I have had the opportunity to meet Charlton Heston or Bing Crosby who were customers of mine one day.
We now live in South West Florida, which has changed the direction of my life. I'm a freelance photographer, living a dream I've always had--sequestered in the back of my mind. I'm an artist, too.
Life is often convoluted. You're never sure what each day is going to bring. Ah, to be a kid again...? Not a chance.