I've always been that person.
No matter the age.
No matter the place.
The other person.
If you sit down next to me, you are telling me your story.
In fact, I now get almost aggravated when you don't start telling me your story. Well, because, it's just a matter of time.
OR, maybe you aren't ready. Then you get up and leave. You aren't ready yet. It's okay. We all have our time.
Today, a lady I've met through canoe club. (Can we confirm now, that I only meet people through canoe club or airplanes? or maybe gym memberships or oh heck nevermind).
When someone your age shows up at canoe club shows up = you latch on! I'm still one of the younger members. Shock! Surprise! About six months ago! Wow! She might be our age! (Not sure when mid-fifties got to be the young people, but hey! we are going with it!)
We've done some activities together with some other "young people". Today I sent her a text as I know her husband works Friday nights too. Want to go to Happy Hour?
Needless to say. We hung out boogie boarding on the beach on a Friday afternoon. She remarried in 2016 has two grown children. Went some trauma with her kids in 2016. And here we all are on our island of misfit toys in Kona.
Figuring out our next steps in life.
We both laughed about what people told us was "normal". We actually feel sorry for the people who still think normal is real. Normal is a setting on the washing machine.
Let people tell you their stories.
