Just an ordinary woman

 

I never planned to be the person I am. 

There was no plan at all. Somehow it just happened.

I went to college laughing at people who went to get their MRS, but then I sort of did that anyway.

I thought I was a good writer, a decent pianist, a passable musician in an orchestra and band. I can draw better than some. I am creative, but what did I do with it?

Over the years I volunteered at schools and churches, welcome clubs for the town and orchestrated all sorts of little scenarios that tickled people's fancy.

I sewed clothes for local theatres, made my children's clothing and did my fair share of baking. Tennis was my passion for a number of years and I was slightly better than average.

I even got my name in a few books thanks to the generosity of my best friend who allowed me to read them while he wrote.

Yet here I am. 

Just an ordinary woman living alone for nearly twenty years, drinking coffee in isolation in a one bedroom apartment.

And when I die when I'm dead and gone . . . the world will not even blink.