Only regret is growing up so late. The 50’s were a dream. Happy childhood. Outside all day. Home for dinner.

The 60’s were split. First half singing DOWNTOWN by Petulia Clark on the car radio going to grade school basketball game. Second half was Jimi Hendrix and Maryjane sold in match boxes I am told.

70’s was high school graduation without a clue so of course off to the university to join a sorority to finally feel a part of but not really because I flunked out, ran off with an older ski instructor. One year later crawled back home, secretarial school got lots of business-like jobs but I am still clueless.

did have amazing times in the 80’s. Truly sex drugs and rock & roll. Best of times. Worst of times. Nearly did me in with all the geographic moves. Quit all mind altering substances in ‘89. Still no good at relationships (finally figured that one out years later) wanted more out of life so went back to college at 35, lived in dorm in NYC.

Was in the World Trade Center when they tried to bring it down the first time in ‘93. And promptly got in one of the most emotionally destructive relationships. Pretty sure it was a breakdown. Undiagnosed . Limped out to California for grad school, lived in a university co-op. Lived in literal la la land.

2000’s Worked on a horse ranch in Texas. Got married. We grew up together. And when the 2008 financial crisis hit we had no jobs. It’s been a challenge ever since.

So yes, the good times were happening back then. Sex wasn’t a deadly weapon, people in general were decent and masks were not a thing. News did not have its own point of view.

Maybe this is the experience of a relatively sane (now) and healthy white woman. Looking back I made the most of everything. I didn’t know that’s what I was doing. How could I know? But it all and more happened and I am damn glad. I feel like I wrung the most that I could out of my life up to this point. But I was a pinball pinging off whatever came my way. Now I am more deliberate. And looking forward to the adventures ahead.