Twelve women gathered around the dining room table. We’d been meeting for several years to talk
about end of life issues. Now we were
moving in a new direction. This evening
we’d been asked to write about a “branching” time, a time when our lives took a
turn and we began walking a new path, for some of us an unexpected path, for
some an unwanted one, for others a path that was planned in advance. In any case, after that branch our lives were
never the same.
I thought we knew each other well after so many sharing
sessions, but tonight each woman opened up about a time in her life she hadn’t
shared before. Each talked about their
feelings, their fears and aspirations, their encounters with the unknown. One talked about going back to work and how
it ended her marriage, another about the loss of a first love, another about
her uncertainties concerning retirement.
Several women had chosen to combine marriage with careers and told how
they’d gotten their first jobs. I heard
how determined they were to get exactly the positions they wanted.
I was deeply touched by each woman’s openness and
willingness to share both dark moments and successes. I know them now, in a
different, more profound way.
We are the first
generation to leave the kitchen for the boardroom. We are clever and brave, assertive and proud
of ourselves and our accomplishments.
We’ve accepted our losses and embraced new lives. Our stories are different from our
mothers’. We are pioneers, a special group
of women who struck out into unknown territory.
Yogi Berra famously said, “When
you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
We all reached our “forks,” and whether we turned left or right, we strode
on. Many of us took the road less
traveled and forged new paths for the women who will come after us. In the roads we chose and the obstacles we
overcame, we are all women of courage.
1 comments:
Beautiful post and what an evening it must have been. Women are wondrous.
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