I have always looked up to and admired my second cousins, Suzy and Paula. To me they were older, wiser, beautiful, funny role models. So when they started talking about “being old” I kinda got a little pissed off at them! “Getting old” to my innocent ignorant self meant feebleness, sickness, and close to death! O, they were very self-deprecating, and they weren’t complaining, just making observations about life and turning corners in their journeys, always with that characteristic humor.
But now it’s MY turn. I’m turning 50, and I get to talk about it! In fact, I’ve had another epiphany, (they seem to be coming fast and furious these days). Suzy and Paula weren’t complaining… they were BRAGGING! Getting older is FUN! It’s freeing! I’ll be darned if I can’t look around and enjoy all that I have built, all that I have learned, and look forward to learning so much more. For me getting older means I get to wear whatever I want and be “quirky” instead of odd, or weird. I get to got to bed early, and nobody judges me as a fuddy duddy or party pooper (and BONUS! That means more cuddle time with my hunny! Now THAT’S wisdom!). I don’t have to feel guilty about leaving the party early, I take lots of naps, find the beauty in my flaws, enjoy my almost-grown-up offspring on a whole new level, know what my priorities are, and indulge in guilty pleasures without feeling the least bit guilty!
Turning 50 has been my Great Awakening… so far it’s the best time of my life!
Hello Butterfly! 