I have been one of those types who bounds along in life like a terrier in high grass.
I see myself as young and vital until I look in the mirror and recognize that many years have passed since I was a girl.
If lucky, I might have 25 years left.
This thought kills me.
I surround myself with youth who make me think, make me regret, make me laugh, make me vital.
Yesterday, I planned a mini-party for my 4 student employees who are graduating from high school tonight.
We had carrot cake, ice cream, and milk.
My secretary and my director Joyce joined the party.
Dipti, Priyanka, and Christine opened their gifts.
Marvelous young women they are: Dipti headed to UC San Diego, Priyanka to Drexel’s MBA/Medical program, and Christine to USC’s Marshall School of Business.
Impromptu, I acknowledged each young and incredible face for the contributions in work and spirit to the business.
They are headed out to university with all of their dreams and fears.
I want to go with them.
The wiser and bigger Cheri wouldn’t be so lugubrious.