Growing Up vs Growing Old
Our trip to New Orleans in April was one of many revelations.
We stayed at the Sheraton and one of the last days I was in the elevator alone when I was joined by a handsome, sandy haired, forty-ish man in a business suit. We eyed each other up, me wearing a black mini dress and white combat boots with blue hair.
"Are those combat boots?" He asked, inquiring politely.
"Yes they are!" was my proud reply.
His eyes got a far away look in them and he smiled.
"I used to wear combat boots once. Man. I haven’t even seen combat boots in ages. Doc Martens?"
"Yes!!" I was delighted that he knew the brand.
He smiled at me as he exited.
Here’s the thing.
He and I are the same age and I would guess the same education.
I could have been him.
He could have been me.
For whatever reason we both chose not to. Both of us are happy, both of us have regrets. We are two sides of the same coin.