Mary Not

I am NOT Martha, nor have I ever wanted to be.

I must finally admit the truth and stop pretending.

Especially on days like this when despite arising at a relatively normal hour, I’m running late

Because upon arising, I did:

Meditate.

Catch up on my email.

Read my favorite columnist’s (Maureen Dowd) always thought provoking words and sometimes controversial opinions.

Do a mini crossword (for my mental health as well as pleasure)

Edit my Massapequa PATCH contribution

Compose another article after researching some long forgotten dates and places

And then

Chose a healthy breakfast only after checking my online guru for nutritional value

But now:

Panic has set in due to a long scheduled commitment in exactly 30 minutes.

I begin to despair and make excuses. Yet the truth is that this morning I have been blessed again to do and enjoy all the things I love.

I cannot pretend to be Martha when I really enjoy being Mary.

Old age does have a few benefits.

In the years gone by after the yellow school bus drove away and my Fabulous four were among the passengers, I would run to the kitchen, retrieve a second cup of coffee and head toward my typewriter.

Finally, a lifetime later, I must admit the truth and relinquish the shackles of pretense,

I have never been a Martha, and I do so love the privilege of being a Mary.

As I give thanks!!!!!