When I was maybe fifteen years old or so, I imagined what my life would be like when I was 35. Twenty years after my 'tortured' teenage life, what would I have become? What would I have done with my life?
I am a child of the 70's and the 80's. A time when women were coming into their own and finding their voice, demanding equal rights, equal pay and burning their bras. My mother embraced the women's liberation movement. She straddled the line between traditional responsibilities and working her ass off to break through the male dominated bureaucratic nonsense. She taught my sister and I that we could be whatever we wanted to be. I had big ideas and big dreams. Professional musician, bohemian poet, music therapist, business woman....... all were exactly what I wanted to be at one point or another in my high school years. There were a few things that always remained a constant in every metamorphosis I imagined: marriage and children. No matter what my career 'du jour' was,
I always saw myself married with at least two children. I saw myself 'having it all'.
Things didn't quite work out like I thought they would.
