That sort of statement makes me cringe. It reminds me that the Pacific Ocean sits between us, a reality that only occurs to me sometimes, while I'm certain it is a reality that stays with my sister all the time.
Last week my sister RiLee left on a trip to Iceland with her friends. One of the things I admire most about RiLee is that she doesn't have time to sit around feeling bad that she is in her mid-thirties and still single. She tries to live with no regrets! She works hard and plays hard, and every spring she and some of her single friends take an extravagant foregin vacation. These past few days, every time I load my dishwasher I smile to myself and think, RiLee is in Iceland. Lucky Duck!
It's comforting to imagine that we all "get" each other. That we can understand what the other person is going through. Last week was a good reminder that while there are certainly common denominators among women, our fears, adventures, and dog-day disappointments are entirely our own.
This kind of remembering inspires generosity of spirit, and compassion, don't you think?