I have been hanging out with all sorts of women in recent years and I love them all. They have made me who I am. It all started with my mother. She came to her thirties during some of the most transitional times for women-the early seventies. She gladly would have burned her bra if she did not need the support so much. From her example I learned that women can do what ever they like and that they could still be feminine too. She also showed me what is worth fighting for and that I can take care of myself. The only problem is I now have a hard time asking for and accepting help from people because of this.
Then there was Debbie who taught me to be open to new experiences at the drop of a hat. While I did get into trouble with this a few times (another blog folks!) I showed me that running to a schedule is not always fun and some time the trouble one gets into is worth it for the laughing at later.
Joan was another independent lady that I rented a room from for a short while. She showed me that being older and unmarried was not a bad thing contrary to popular belief. She dated who she wanted to when she wanted to and that staying in with the telly and cup of tea was good.
Katherine now here was a gal that I will put in the human bumper car category. i was always amazed when she bumped into "NO" she moved away and around it. She never let adversity get her down for too long. She only wallowed one time that I recall in our time together and that was fully justified. When she finally recovered she was more determined than ever not to repeat her mistakes. It really took a big bump to get to her.
These are only a few and I will probably have to part two this post but it's a start on the History of My Independence.
