I don’t know about other women of a certain age but the biggest risk was always “being yourself”. Born with an inquisitive mind and an even larger mouth made “getting along” with others nearly impossible. I had a habit of saying what was on my mind, even as a wee one!

Why couldn’t I be an astronaut? Why do I have to think on a family? Why do I need to get married? Or learn how to cook? And the worst one, why on God’s green Earth do I have to be like everyone else?

Why would any woman want to be like the one next to them? Yes I am aware of the safety in numbers but this impossible youth driven culture is a pain in my ass.

So being born at the wrong time it has been a climb towards self awareness while keeping my head down.

I had such a need to be independent and as a creative I wanted to explore the words, be yourself. But first marriage and children and what “they” want for me.

Being myself has been such onion work, after 60 years how would I know who I am because the layers of identity are so thickly painted on me. Seems like no thing to be yourself, but my guess is you get it!

Imposter syndrome first layer of false identity. So I could say I have always wanted to do stand up, cause I am funny as hell! But maybe what I mean is I’ve always wanted to stand up for myself, and finally learn to BE ME!

Doesn’t seem like a risk does it?

Daily writing prompt

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

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