At some point as I was clumping my way through the Change of Life, I thought: I really am changing. Not only physically but in some metaphysical way that for the life of the new me, I couldn’t pinpoint.
Yet it didn’t seem to bother me. I felt a sort of calm about this feeling of change. I mean after all, it’s not that I was so great before. Why not change some?
But if you asked me now, two years later, what those deep in the mind changes are, I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
Does that mean they were real changes? Who knows!
But the feeling was sort of fun, kind of intriguing. I remember especially that it came over me as I walked down the stairs of our old house. Maybe the Ghosts of Menopauses Past?
In honor of changes, I post this lovely leopard. I found the painting in the School Art Exhibit of the North Carolina State Fair in October. They say a leopard can’t change her spots, but this one has sprouted wings. Now wouldn’t that be a cool change of life? She wouldn’t walk or slink or bound down the stairs. She would fly. And how about those purple spikes!
This is one of those posts the blogging experts suggest we don’t write. I don’t have any brilliant takeaway information for you. But if you feel yourself changing, have fun with it.
And if you start growing wings and purple spikes, have even more fun.
Photo: The first name of this brilliant young artist is Jaylah, and she might tell us this isn’t actually a leopard. A cheetah, perhaps, or a mythical creature?