I have a neighbor. She’s 74 years old. Every morning she steps out onto the balcony in a silk robe, drinks coffee, and smokes a thin cigarette. I used to quietly hate her the noise, the smell, the music at 7 a.m.
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This is evidence of the saying that: no matter what you do, people see you, people are watching. Don't think you're invisible and then relent. I've been swarmed with work lately, that's why I haven't been active. Thanks again
"My husband lost his job right before our second baby was due. For six months, he sent out hundreds of applications—nothing. I watched this proud man crumble, depression setting in. One morning, he left for another interview wearing his only suit,
I have a neighbor. She’s 74 years old. Every morning she steps out onto the balcony in a silk robe, drinks coffee, and smokes a thin cigarette. I used to quietly hate her the noise, the smell, the music at 7 a.m.
She took a drag of her cigarette and said, “Only that I waited too long for permission to live.”
Since then, when I hear her music at 7 a.m. I smile. And I make myself some coffee too.
Girls, be like my neighbor. Don’t wait for permission.
Just because. Because she had always wanted to.
That the silk robe was a gift from an Italian man named Marco. That with him she had the best summer of her life. That she came back because of her grandchildren.
I asked, “Do you regret anything?”