The 20’s Me…


20's me at UF


I used to think that an extraordinary life had to be unconventional. It was hard for me to see the beauty of families sharing dinner together at Bugaboo Creek, or toddlers building mud pies in the backyard. Children, to a serious single girl, seemed like needy energy vampires. I longed for trips to Nice, France and moody cafe’ talks in the Village.

My how things have changed! I wonder what my 20’s self would think of my 40’s self? Would she be impressed by my accomplishments, or think I am becoming provincial and “selling out?” Luckily I DID have my time in Nice and it was more than nice. And after many firecracker boyfriends, I longed for a partner who would adore me honestly. One that I could share a future with.

20's me in NYC


I think the 20’s me would like the 40’s me. I am sure she’s be surprised that I got married at Fenway Park and not on some beach in the Mediterranean. She might even be dazed that I switched careers and am not the famous costume designer she once aspired to be. And what would she think of the Bear? Well, I think she would love him, for one. And she’d be happy that I met a man who can call me on my sh*t and adore me, all at the same time. She never really knew a man who she could take on his word back then.

My 20’s me would cry when she heard about our losses and our struggle to add on to our family. She’d be impressed that I pursued adoption and parenting (and homeownership) before I married, and that I have always been my own woman. 

I think the 20’s me would be proud of the way I mentor and coach my team. She’d recognize that I see so much of her spirit and talent in these beautiful young designers. She’d be happy that I still try to reach out to people whenever I can.

So I guess when I sit across from her in my mind, I can see that we are still linked in some deeply moving  way. She embodies my potential and I embody her truth. I can see too, that the eyes of my children will harbor her spirit and her passion. I can only hope that they recognize what a gift it is to be alive, and that they try to live each day fully. And if that day takes them to the sandbox in the backyard, I hope that they treasure every moment! An extraordinary life is one that is well lived.

40's me with the Bear

40's me with the Bear


Mr. & Mrs. Boston Bear


2 responses to this post.

  1. Absolutely girl.


  2. What an awesome post. 20s you or 40s you… its still you, and its still all good. xxx


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