Eight years ago today my mother died. I learned last night a friend's mother died. She and I both shared the thought "are we now the self-actualized women our mothers wanted us to be?" And I'm reflecting. Am I in a good position? If yes, why do the green meanies consume me?
I was shown an internet comic strip where in the first panel are people queuing for a "one wish per lifetime per customer" wishing well, their wishes written on slips of paper. A man throws in a paper with "True Love" and a blonde woman in a pink dress is at his side instantly. In the third panel he sees other well-wishers: one carts a huge stack of money in a wheelbarrow, another has his own sci-fi fighter jet, a third flies away in a Superman costume. The fourth panel has the true love man slapping his forehead, trundling dejectedly down the hill with his true love.
Gail Sheehy says: "It's much more fun being the aspirant, because once you have gotten [instant wealth], even if you are just there temporarily (as you must continually remind yourself you are), you're in a position of defending or protecting rather than aspiring or building.
"It's terribly uncomfortable. It's also a problem that is totally unsympathetic to anyone who has five cents less than you do. Right? So there's nobody you can talk to."
Rationale for my prior post
February 23rd, 2007 at 09:11 pm
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