I ask the same question each time I go through security at the airport.  Where are the terrorists?

AT the start of my last cross country airplane trip, I remembered to remove my shoes, get the bag of liquids out of my purse, put everything including my coat in a plastic container while at the same time having a rather tall man breath down my neck because I was so SLOW!……..In my rush, I forgot I had a bottle of water in my purse and, too, I am used to having signs that remind me that I have a bottle of water in my purse.  But this time no signs to remind me.  It was the end of the world….the bottle of water.  I had to go through security screening again.  What is a 62 year old woman with a heart condition who only travels once a year to do?  

They asked me what I wanted to do with the water bottle.  I said throw it away.  And then I paid $2.20 to replace the small bottle of water that cost me only $.90 on the "outside".   I am feeling rather terrorized by the bottle water suppliers at the airports.

I just finished doing the "equalizer" part of me last weekend with a contemplative art retreat.

I’ll be balanced out by Sunday night! 

Thanks for the clarification on "Equalizer"….it seems right.

I’m off on an adventure this weekend to my 40th college reunion.  So the pioneer in me is happy. 

Yes, never eat at the same restaurant —— when the world is filled with new restaurant.  My feelings exactly.   It drives my friends nuts!

Life is a verb!  YES!

PS.  I’m a equalizer/pioneer… 

After scrolling through the list of comments, you are the first person I have found with the same labels:   equalizer/pioneer.

I think the equalizer comes from years of management experience (I have no children, per se).

And the pioneer fits with my current occupation:  artist.   I love painting new images all the time.

I’m also a retreat facilitator on spiritual retreats - but I didn’t get labeled "teacher"….. maybe the "equalizer/pioneer" title fits that job description (avocation!)

I am always extremely curious about a man who writes a book about women’s motivation.  

Oxymoron? 

At age 62, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.  I lost my beautiful brown hair for "highlights of gray".  I lost my caretaking role, so I have more time to paint and be the artist I have always wanted to be.  I have lost my body-shape, so I don’t have to be so self-conscious.  I have retired (lost my job title) and now I have time for the important things in life.

In all the "losing", I have gained so much! 

When I was in my 20’s in the 1970’s, there was a gang of us "singles" who met at Governor’s Park Bar on Friday nights to go "out on the town". We would meet after work and decide where we were going for dinner and then on to dance the night!   But we had to wait each Friday night until around 8:30 pm to make our plans with the guys we met at the bar, because all the married men left around 8-8:30 pm to go home to their wives.  After that, the single men were left and then we would make plans for the remainder of the night.

We sometimes sat on the patio in the summertime and watched the men put their wedding rings back on their fingers as they walked to their cars.  

The married men always had a good "line of chatter" but always had to leave the fun by 8:30 pm ………well at least most of them.