i didn't particularly think it was true...
until i started trying to figure out what i wanted to do with my life
that there is absolutely nothing new
that some sibling hasn't done before...
now i finally understand what they mean.
i guess its the curse of the youngest - - - to forever live in their shadows.
the same article said that the youngest have little ambition- used to getting whatever they want for doing barely anything...youngest children tend to get along on charm alone.
i won't deny my charm.
its gotten my through enough classes that i know it works when i need it to
kind of rusty at the moment...but the polish is coming out...finals are around the corner
i had a bf once who told me i had no ambition. he asked me what i wanted to be when i grow up
i was 19. barely 19. and happy just to be happy. so thats what i said.
"i want to be happy. i want to be happy and satisfied"
he shook his head and asked again, "what do you want to be when you grow up? like what do you want to do?"
i thought about it. we had been driving through the night from school to the eastern shore and of the three hour drive over 4 years ago i remember the night sky and smell of salt water like it was yesterday. the breeze. the rush. the excitement...
and the question.
i wanted to come up with something that would wow him. something that no one had told him before. some huge dramatic reenactment for what i had decided would be my future...but all i could see were the stars and all i could smell was the breeze...and the only thing i could think to say were my dreams...and the truth...and what all little girls grow up saying.
"i want to be a mother. thats what i always wanted to be. i want to be a stay-at-home-mom and raise my kids and be happy..."
the moon-kissed-dreams of a child.
he told me i had no ambition and shook his head and never realized
that that was the moment
that i began to fall
out of love
i told him that story again recently, (i left out the last part for polite reasons)...out of the blue like he always does he popped back into my life...he's dating a girl as far opposite from me as he could find. i think the only thing we have in common is height. and location. and a patience larger than expected to deal with the men we do...
she calls him chauvinistic. tells him that all he wants is to control her. her dreams are huge compared to the simple ones i once had. she wants the big city and the big job and the corner office...and she wants to fight every man who gets in the way.
4 years later - now his dreams seem small.
he wants a farm. in the country. a few acres. a few crops. kids and students...and quiet.
i wonder where their middle ground will land.
he proposes to me once a week.
i keep telling him i'm not that girl anymore.
we laugh. and joke...and pretend like we can remember what it was that brought us together...and forget what ultimately drove us apart.
and then i'm here. again. minus the breeze and the stars dulled my street lights and car fumes...and that question comes back.
and i still don't have an answer.
i want to be successful- but doing what?
i want to be happy- but why?
i want to be satisfied....- but how?
i want to be an old woman surrounded by the people i love and i want that moment right before my last breath and i want that thought to be
"i don't regret anything..."
i once wrote a poem that said
"i want the world/on a silver platter/and i want to fight for it"
but i'm growing tired of that fight...
i wonder if you'd be there
to fight for me...
because i think
i'm going to take a break from it...
and just be that naive little girl for a while
and just be
and in search