So, last night at the Cody Nite Rodeo, when the fantasy of wanting to be a cowgirl came to my mind, the scolding thought I’d typically think — “don’t be ridiculous” — was replaced by, “Hey, why not?”
Once again, I was drawn to the “cowboy way” from the minute I entered the arena: the feeling of patriotism when Miss Rodeo entered the arena carrying a gigantic American Flag. The comfort in knowing it was okay to say a prayer before the competition began. I loved it all. Kamikaze-the-Bull strutting around the arena, daring anyone who might try to ride him. Big cowboys helping little cowboys prepare for their competitions, carefully performing every task necessary to assure their safety. And, of course, there was the thrill of watching the fierce determination of the cowgirls as they sped around the barrels with their well-trained horses.
Maybe I was a cowgirl in a previous life. I wondered why now, at the age of . . . of . . . well, like I said, into my AARP years, I would all of a sudden think about being a cowgirl? Why didn’t that thought come to my mind when I was still young enough to do something about it? I know why. I was too busy daydreaming about what I was supposed to daydream about – going to college, finding a career to support myself, marrying and raising children. So, maybe now that all that important stuff I was “supposed” to do has been accomplished, maybe it’s okay to think about one day being a cowgirl.
No matter. The important thing is, it’s okay to fantasize again, even at my age. It’s never too late to do anything. Even if I’ll never really be a cowgirl, I can dream about it, and the great thing is, as a writer, all these fantasies add fuel to my inspirational fire, even if it’s only to write.
So, now that you know it’s okay to daydream again, what do you want to be when you grow up?