I went to the local pool pub tonight. The tables were busy when I first got there with a tournament night or something, but I sat in a booth and had a couple drinks while I caught up on Facebook, emails, and texted some friends on my smartphone. After awhile the tables opened up and I grabbed one and played a few games, lubricated on three Spanish Coffees, just loose enough to feel wonderful, but still able to shoot pretty well. I noted a couple people watching me shoot, but pretended to ignore them. Probably shot six or eight games. Shot pretty well for the most part; a few really excellent shots, but plenty of embarrassing misses.
But the amazing thing? No one, nobody, not one soul showed any signs of questioning who I am. I am Theresa. Everyone recognizes me as Theresa. No one questions my right to be Theresa. Such a small thing, and yet such a HUGE thing. Young women smile at me, guys open doors for me, waiters call me ma'am, Jen behind the bar calls me "hon", or "sweetie" and welcomes me with "Hi Theresa!"
Dear God in heaven, my only regret is why could I not have lived this delightful life decades earlier? But that question is only rhetorical. It has no real meaning. Our lives have their own time, and place, and sequence. Second guessing the past is as empty as applauding to your TV screen alone in your living room. I am here, this is now, and the world accepts me as Theresa. That is enough.
Thank you Lord! Let my life glorify You and bless the lives of those I touch. If it never gets better than this, this is enough. So many experiences yet to know that I scarcely dare imagine may come to me, but if this is all there is, it is enough.
I love life as I have never before.
Thank you Lord!