Date: Sun, 09 Jun 2019 13:13:23 -0400
From: “N.A. Booko”
Subject: Turning point . . .
Actually that should be ‘another turning point.’ They seem to come all too frequently these days. They always come as a surprise. Just when you least realize you are in for a change, there it is- Staring you in the face- Glaring at you with almost revengeful glee. There is no way to confront this physiological monster- at least not a way I know of.
Turning points sometimes come with aging. I remember well that being fifty years old didn’t bother me at all, but turning sixty nearly drove me nuts. The loss of loved ones, loss of income, loss of health- all traumatic turning points in our lives. Major turning points I should say.
But then there are those seemingly small turning points that suddenly seem to take on weight and mushroom into something that changes one’s entire outlook on life. I have been struggling with a domestic situation now for two months- I have learned to side-step the true damaging aspect of that, making ‘do’ and re-structuring my daily doings.
But something so small and insignificant as a photograph changed my life. A recent photograph of me in public. I never realized (or accepted) what I can see in that picture. It told me what others see- Things that I hadn’t known or had wanted to know . . .
N.A.