It amazes me that B. and I met 38 years ago this summer. The summer of 1975. Two high-school juniors meeting at an upstate NY university for a summer of higher education. (Cue CSN singing Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.) One 17-year-old girl, who’d led a fairly sheltered existence, hoping for a summer of love. One 17-year-old boy, hormones in full gear, ready for a summer of “love.” She, falling for him the moment she saw those blue-green eyes. He, longing for her once he saw her legs in those summer shorts. She, thinking, “He’s the one!” (Cue Snow White singing Someday My Prince Will Come.) He, thinking “Whoa, baby, she’s the one!” (Cue Meat Loaf’s Paradise by the Dashboard Light.) You see where this is going, right? Absolutely nowhere. At least at that time. (Cue When Harry Met Sally).
Even though we met so young, B. and I really didn’t figure out the relationship thing until 20+ years later. Going away to school in different cities, having careers on different coasts, you get the picture. Until finally in 1996 when we reconnected and, cue Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle, “it was … magic.”
The lesson learned? Sometimes things work out the way you plan. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they work out better.
And sometimes it’s all a matter of time. (One last cue — Carly Simon’s Anticipation.)
© 2013 Claudia Grossman
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C:
Powerful message contained in your post.
Does this ring true in this time of my life. Your post was timely n reassuring to me right now in this present moment.
“The lesson learned? Sometimes things work out the way you plan. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they work out better.
And sometimes it’s all a matter of time.” (Claudia Grossman, 2013).
Thanks, Linda!
Claudia Grossman cgcopy@sbcglobal.net Ph: 818-505-9752
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Loved it. I remember that trip, but not until much later did I get the full impact. So glad it all worked out. Love D