The year 1981, fresh out of high school, filled with dreams of an unknown future; that was us. I look back at you know and wonder. What if we would have made different choices, psychology instead of education, studying abroad instead of staying in the hometown, focused on ourselves instead of putting somebody else as our priority, staying away from love and lust instead of falling down the hill for it? But, we were maidens, the virginal young woman not yet awaken. We were all about enchantment, adventure, new beginnings, risks, and life; all about colorful life.
I am detached from you now. You are a memory. Looking at the you I was, I have to say I am proud. Sure, your decisions were mistaken at times but you stood up for them, battling with the adverse circumstances, showing the world that you were smart and responsible enough to overcome the trials you put yourself through. You stayed afloat and collected winner’s ribbons. From being “crazy,” you ended up being admired by those who didn’t believe in you.
We cried, smiled, got angry, frustrated, and desperate together. We also grew, strived, learned, and took chances. We followed our instincts swimming against breaking waves. And then again, we learned.
We learned to live with no regrets; to accept tough times as wise lessons. We learned to see life through other people’s eyes. We learned compassion as a joyful feeling. Through the small bodies of the children we birth, a whole new world was uncovered. We discovered hard work, early mornings and late nights. We felt closer to the other women in our lives, those who battled at different times to make sure we had a chance.
Once in a while I look at your pictures. We have come a long way. We look so different now. But, in between you and me, a lot of you still live in me. For through you I have broken the seals of living; welcoming every day in awe. Our time as maidens remain as the sweetest and purest of all; also as the toughest. Back then, we were just a dream, a project in progress. We fulfilled the dream and brought the project to completion. We are here.
We began as a promise. Together we have become fulfillment and power; wisdom. We have been misunderstood, feared, admired, and revered. We have learned to let go and embrace, to release and begin anew. So, today I want to thank you for your time with me, for sharing your youth, energy, and dreams. The woman in me honors the “us” we once were.
"If your life doesn’t often make you feel
like a cauldron of swirling light –
If you are not often enough a woman standing
above a mysterious fire,
lifting her head to the sky –
You are doing too much, and listening too little."