It's a strange feeling knowing that in less than a week I'll be turning 50. I expected it to be a dramatic, turbulent, kicking~ ~and ~screaming~ all ~the ~way ~to~ the~ last ~day kind of transition. But it hasn't been like that. I mean, don't get me wrong, if I had my choice I'd rather be 30 instead of 50, but that's only because of all the wrinkles. And the bags under my eyes. Other than that, 50 ain't really looking all that bad. Well, except the back ache and knee aches. Oh, and the vision loss. I remember picking up a phone book a couple of years ago and the print was SO small I couldn't even read it. I turned to Hubby exasperated and asked "WHY did they start printing this stuff smaller??! Don't they realize OLD people aren't even gonna be able to SEE this now"???!! (that's me...the champion for all SENIOR CITIZENS) :) Then it hit me...I was fast approaching that category of "old people" and there was no stopping it. Hubby had quite a laugh at the look on my face as this realization slowly began to sink in and he took great pleasure in telling me that the print was the same size as it's always been, it was just my eyesight going bad. So yeah, that part DOES suck but other than that.... But by age 50, I've reached that point in my life where I can truly appreciate all the fond memories,,,,,errr...fond memories of...what was I saying?? Oh yeah! Now I remember!....Fond memories of the past! . Most of them anyway. Past loves, past childhood adventures and All the drama of the teen years, LONG gone (Thank goodness!). The agonies of my 20's didn't defeat me after all like I thought it would at the time. The 30's were the "molding" years, taking everything and trying to sort it all out.... what works and what wasn't working in my life. And trying to grow from it. The 40's were good, except for the "empty nest", I HATED that and always will...but other than that no complaints. My 40's were like "I'll do what I WANT to do" and I did AND I liked it and plan to carry that one over into the 50's with me! With the big 5~0 looking me dead in the eyes, I can't help but wonder what it will bring. I honestly think it's gonna be pretty good. I had planned to hit 50 gloriously and with quiet dignity. But as I mentioned earlier, the wrinkles and bags kinda messed that plan up. But at 50, like the saying goes..."aging is just another word for growing and I've finally ...at last, grown into the person I was always meant to be." Thanks for stopping by, I hope your day is a good one!
Be good and be pretty and as always.... ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ God Bless ✻ღϠ₡ღ✻ |
HI! My name is Lori and I am a self~ proclaimed agoraphobic and rarely leave my home. My blog is a place for me to come and embrace my Edith Bunker tendencies and to share a few of the things I love. Stories, recipes and crafts, all with a little humor thrown in along the way! ღღ
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