I have felt in a gap since crossing over the 50’s threshold, unable to relate to other women regarding what I’ve been going through.
And my mind is still in its earler years, where from my 20’s to 40’s inner expression was relegated into a holding pattern.
I’m not like other women out there.
I am set apart.
Although when a guy I see regularly in passing at the gym does a halt-shift abrupt direction reset when he sees me is heart wounding.
I know I am not the type he is looking for – but he didn’t need to physically translate that into a scene.
He’s typed himself from day one in his actions.
And it sucked that he projected “rejection” onto me.
Then, other women say that maybe I’m “doing something wrong.”
No.
I’m just trying to find and conjure forth what qualifues my own truth expressing.
And I am not stepping on or hurting anyone by my actions.
The most I do is revert to self defense when they are pushing.
And they sure go out of their ways to cast their stones blindly.
