by Debra Gilmour•More.com Member
Turning fifty was like getting a permission slip from God. “Go forth and do that which ye desires because, time is a wasting my dear!” said the note. Message received, oh heavenly One.
The relief was tremendous. Finally, it was OK to open that box of treasured “what ifs” I had secretly been stashing for more years than I can remember. Unfortunately, the box full of thoughts was tucked away for more practical and suitably acceptable pursuits.
By the time I was thirty-six I was a registered lobbyist convincing elected officials to pass bills addressing transportation funding, anti-stalking legislation, and impaired driving. In my world I interfaced with power brokers and politicians. My wardrobe consisted of suits in shades of navy blue and black. My hair color was carefully maintained at the “smart blonde” tint least a tad lighter take me to a different level of credibility.
No comments:
Post a Comment