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We Know What We Are, But Not What We May Be
Re-connecting with Nick and talking about how we each have changed has prompted me to think again about how little my current life resembles anything I imagined for myself when I was growing up.
I did not expect that at age 43 I would. . . .
* be divorced
* be a single parent
* live in an apartment rather than a house I owned
* not have a professional career
* have a spiritual vocation
* be a Pagan (much less a Pagan priestess!)
* actually have found and be loved by a man who embodied the characteristics of my daimon
* had that man die two years after I met him
* be more or less “out” as a member of spiritual and sexual “alt” groups
Looking back, there is no possible way the girl I was up until age 25 or so could have remotely imagined who I was going to become or what my life was going to be like.
I did not expect that at age 43 I would. . . .
* be divorced
* be a single parent
* live in an apartment rather than a house I owned
* not have a professional career
* have a spiritual vocation
* be a Pagan (much less a Pagan priestess!)
* actually have found and be loved by a man who embodied the characteristics of my daimon
* had that man die two years after I met him
* be more or less “out” as a member of spiritual and sexual “alt” groups
Looking back, there is no possible way the girl I was up until age 25 or so could have remotely imagined who I was going to become or what my life was going to be like.
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