The Halfs and the Half Nots
The elderly woman peered at the little girl and said, “You’re such a pretty child.” The girl averted her big brown eyes and forced a grin. “How old are you? Five? the woman asked. The girl stuck her puny chest out and yelled, “I’m five and a half!”
Do you remember those days? I do. I couldn’t wait to grow up. If I could take back all the halfs starting from the age of five up until now, I’d be twenty-eight years young today! My elders tried to warn me when they’d see me at family functions wearing more makeup than Tammy Faye Bakker. “Girl, why are you trying to look older? You better hold onto your youth!” Their cautionary words would go in one ear and out the other. Shoot, they’re just old foggies. I know I look good, I would think to myself.
Fast forward two decades and now makeup is no longer an option, it’s a must. I have more wrinkles than a Sahara sun-dried raisin. I’m so old; I washed dishes at The Last Supper. Okay, I’m exaggerating a tad bit. You would think that by now I would have learned to appreciate the now and not want to rush life. But I have to admit, I can’t wait for June 9th to get here.
In case you’ve been on another planet for the past few days, June 9th is the day of the book launch party for my third novel “Married in the Nick of Nine.” I’m counting every second, minute, hour, and day. I know it’s going to be fun and they’re so many people I can’t wait to see—family members, friends that have acted in my various stage productions, people I’ve worked with, and you! I can see the smiling faces now, hear the laughter, and feel the hugs. What a joyous occasion it’ll be and I thank God for giving me “Married in the Nick of Nine” and for letting me meet wonderful people like you.
What are you currently anticipating? Perhaps a great summer vacation, a new baby, a new job, or a party of your own? Whatever that something special may be, relish every second and a half, minute and half, hour and a half and day and a half leading up to the big day.