Friday, March 07, 2014
Rat a Tat Tat
One of my volunteer groups had its beginning planning meeting yesterday. Some of us had not seen each other for months during the winter hiatus. We are 8 little old ladies of similar cultural, educational and economic backgrounds. The main part of the meeting had little substance as we all knew what we were going to do and just had to detail the when and where.
Instead we discussed several of the ladies winter trips, one to India, another around the world and another to visit relatives up north. The the jewelry beader among us discussed buying beads in India that were more expensive than here while showing off her newly made earrings and the lady with the doctorate in forestry talked about her graduate school alumni around-the-world trip where they hired a converted jet that seated 80 and thus everyone flew first class! We all talked briefly about our health and the awful weather. Then we departed into the cold to head home or to run errands.
I was somewhat dismayed when I got home and dropped the mail on my desk. I am a full-fledged cliche. I am that person I promised I would never become. I am ego-centric enough to have never seen myself as one of the "ladies who lunch." There is nothing wrong with that group, but I always wanted to be the edgier one, the one who was REALLY making a difference, the one whom others liked but also looked a little askance at since I marched to my own drummer and they could not hear the beat of that drum. I wanted to be the one that accomplished something special. I wanted to be the one that was warmed deep inside by what I had accomplished, what I had given or helped complete.
I guess I am going to have to think harder about how I am running this last part of my life!