Monday, May 30, 2016

Let's call her Sarah

The other day I was in the car with a new-ish friend.  Let's call her Sarah.  She drives a zippy, spiffy little car and lives in San Francisco.  She's an artist.  As I write this, she is at a film festival with her artistic daughter and her supportive husband.  She's funny and smart and kind and I was telling her how delightful I have always found her and---here's the miracle part---there was no other layer to my feelings.  Without complication or envy, I find her delightful.  I delight in her.

It took me half a century to get here, but now, finally!  Wow!  Look at me!  I'm a grown-up.  Kind of.