I am Woman…and that means…

I am of an age where I really feel like I have to take some inventory of what I’ve got, and what it’s going to mean for the next chunk of time.

I often feel as if I have NOT done so much. But i have done a lot too.

So, if I gather together the things I’ve done and the skills I’ve acquired I have a pile of something.

Huh. Look at that. Something.

One of the elements of that somehting is my womanhood. I spent many years taking that for granted.

Well, i used that womanhood to birth a child. So, there’s that.

But what is it to be a woman? How can I be the Best Woman I Can Be?

What makes a woman distinct from a gender-unspecified person?

Women do certain things that men don’t really do. Like…we say nice things to one another. And we are nice in little ways to one another that men don’t really think about.

A woman will say to a stranger in an elevator “Nice Shoes!”

Men don’t usually do that.

And women will ask other people “How are you doing?” and LISTEN to the answer.

That’s not much. But…I am trying to be more appreciative and sympathetic to the other human beings around me.

Yesterday, in a Del Taco, I was waiting a LONG time for my order. The girl who ordered after was also waiting.

She was young. She was beautiful. I was wondering, “Was I beautiful when I was her age? I may have been. I sure didn’t think I was beautiful”

Then I thought, I could tell her. What if someone had told me I was beautiful?

I could be a bitter old woman, thinking “I should lose 20 pounds, and I should get botox” while looking at this young woman.

Or I could appreciate her.

I told her…Awkwardly, but I’m pretty sure my subtext of “I’m not hitting on you” was adequately conveyed. I told her that i was looking at her and feeling old, but I wanted to tell her that she was young and beautiful, and that was a good thing.

Well.

I hope that it made her feel good. I am glad I did it. I hope I can have the courage to do that sort of womanly thing again sometime.

I’d love to age gracefully into an old lady who says, “You’re lovely, dear…” to all the people around me.

I don’t know if I’ll be beautiful or sexy like Cher…probably not. I can’t afford the surgery. But I can be nice to be around for other reasons.

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