While I was walking to meet my trainer for an hour-long session tonight, I passed a bookstore. The title of one of the books in the window caught my eye (my startled awake moment). The cover read: “Not That Kind of Girl.” That got me thinking about what kind of girl I am and what kind of girl I want to be. (Thinking about your life is not necessarily a good thing to do while boxing; thinking about boxing is what you should be doing while boxing.)
Here I am at what appears to be a birthday party for me (or perhaps cake after dinner). Because I am holding my little sister (who is also my goddaughter), I am guessing there are 18 candles on that cake and, so, I am about to graduate from high school. (It’s hard for me to believe that I am actually sharing this picture with you! I hope I had really big hair once those curlers came out.) Because my mother is still alive and would (might?) be shocked by the shenanigans I pulled, I won’t share the mischief (such a nice, generic word) that I got into with my two best friends that year. However, as a girl who attended Catholic grade school and went to mass every Sunday, even I knew that it it was wrong to be “that kind of girl!” I am guessing that the meaning back in the 70’s still holds true today.
So, what kind of girl do I want to be now that I am 60?
- I want to be the strong and carefree girl who is portrayed by the statue on the top of this building at Chicago and the river.
- I want to be the girl who is so healthy that she breezes through the next forty years of life.
- I want to be the girl who takes a scuba diving vacation in Fiji and then heads to South Africa for a photo safari (both planned for 2015) and then … decides to see the rest of the world.
- I want to be the girl who embraces change and always believes anything is possible.