The transition from a girl to a woman…when does it happen?
I saw the word in writing on a Facebook message and it hit me. It read, “Woman.”
My years of circumventing this label are gone. Somewhere along the way, it happened. Yesterday I was a girl; today I am a woman. Hear me roar, Helen Reddy.
What does this transition mean?
I did some research and the most interesting explanation I found was: “A woman is the finished puzzle and a girl is just the pieces.”
A woman has confidence, stability, maturity. Wow…that sounds serious, doesn’t it?
Am I completely put together with no missing pieces, even in the complicated center? When I look back at my life thus far, I see how far I’ve come. But as a late bloomer, I also know how far I have to go.
Moving to New York City was the biggest piece of my life puzzle. My dream to be a New Yorker was fulfilled in 2007. Talk about the power of positive thinking–decades of dreaming about living in NYC. But now that I am here, the puzzle isn’t finished. I still have work to do.
Why did I move to New York City?
My analytical self believes there is some unknown reason why I came to New York and it has yet to be unveiled. My husband had a simple response, “Maybe like many others, you came here just to be. For them, being is enough.” He didn’t say what he was really thinking, “Because you have been talking about New York City nonstop for the last eight years.” And I’m guilty. Imagining anything long and hard enough can make it happen. That’s the power of manifestation.
For others, being in New York is all they may need. For me, it’s merely a step in the right direction.
Is my puzzle complete? Almost, but the few missing pieces in the center are key. These components are vastly different from the bulk of the puzzle, AKA Manhattan.
Over time, “being” in New York will surely reveal those final parts and they’ll fit perfectly into place. Then I can say goodbye to girlhood once and for all.
Look out New York––a woman is coming.
Also, what I’d do with a million dollars. And Tuesdays can be rough in the big city.
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