From the time we are “conceived” or maybe even before that, life is all about urgency. My parents met and then there we were – two children for them to take care of. I’m sure they couldn’t wait for us to grow up and go away.
I see my friends – girls and boys alike, running from one direction to another, ticking away their boxes on their list. Find a partner – tick. Make some babies or at least one – tick. Can’t make babies, seek medical help – tick. Try IVF baby – tick. Baby, yippiee – tick. Baby crying – tick. Baby babbling – tick. Baby toddling – tick. Baby speaking – tick. Baby needs to go to nursery – tick. Find a nursery – tick. Baby needs to go to school – tick. TICK TICK TICK TICK TICK…
All these tick-tick-tick could very well be the time ticking, because for everything there is a “time.” There is the biological clock, for instance. There is so much to do and so little time. Then there is…
“…promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
Fortunately, for me there is no urgency… nothing is Urgent
The friends (and family), who are busy ticking away their boxes and feeling oh-so-accomplished, often look up from their list and look [down] at me. What they see gives them shivers down their spine. They see a “lone” woman, without a man/ woman (to love in sickness and in health, till death parts us), without a steady job, without a child, without a family to call her own, without any a.c.c.o.m.p.l.i.s.h.m.e.n.t.
Sometimes, they offer to find all “missing” elements that are missing from my life. Whaaaaaaaaaat?????