|Love? Look of Terror. He's Reading the Clues.|
I figured out why. My generation was caught in the middle of women's transformation. When I was little, all the women in my family mesmerized me into believing the total sum of a woman's life was to find a man who was a good provider, have babies and live happily ever after. I did that, twice. I'm not complaining. My life was good, more than good but relationships left me yearning.
Years later again, I saw a Vedic astrologer and the first thing he said when looking at my chart, "You were supposed to be a dancer. What happened?" Stutter, stutter, blatt, blatt. I did dance but to be the dancer my chart indicated, it would have excluded a family. No, I needed my family too. My life was like being at a very exclusive buffet...... I knew I couldn't take everything, but I could choose the best of the things I really liked.
What does this have to do with Valentines Day? Nothing, really. But I finally figured out after 80 plus years, I don't have a single regret. My life is like a movie and I get to be the director. So I'll say Happy Valentine's Day but more in the tone of the Valentine above (by the way, it came from my granddaughter. My kind of Valentine).
Dear Bloggie Friends, may you have a meaningful and loving Valentines Day in your special chosen path.