More retrospect...

But that was yesterday, and yesterday's gone...

I was listening to music from 'back in the day' at work again. Amazing how mindless, no-think repetition can lead to epiphanies.

I always wondered why older folks' attitudes changed when they listed to certain types of music. I have realized what the trigger is to their change. The picture above was taken of me during my college years; I modeled to supplement my income. [Even back in the dark ages, college was expensive.] My concerns and worries were so frivolous I'm embarrassed to tell you. So I won't; let's just say we've all come a long way.

When I listen to music from that era, I'm suddenly drawn back to a time when my worries weren't life altering, the person most affected was me; not children, grandchildren, aging parents, etc. The list goes on and on. I knew the possibilities were endless. There wasn't anything I couldn't do. While there may have been a glass ceiling, I was foolish enough to think I could explode through and succeed with panache.

The realities had not yet crushed my dreams. Songs from 'the day' make me feel young, attractive, vibrant, healthy, happy, and on the threshold of life.

We all need to have those moments to relish the joy of living as we did when we were young.

Sable Angel