I remember being in high school, bursting into tears, and telling my mother how I never wanted to grow up to be like her and my father. How staid. How conventional. How nowhere. Yeah, my mother didn’t really take it all that well. *grin* That’s what happens when you are an emotional teenage girl (is there any OTHER type of teenage girl??) who listened to Carly Simon’s oh-so-uplifing song “That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be“.
I am here to tell you that wow – did I have it wrong. Middle age is GREAT. Hanging out with my husband who is also middle-aged (another stupid term by the way) is great. We made it. We’re here. Sure, there were a lot of not-great times, some really really bad times, and some wonderful times. But we’re here now and it’s good. Yes, oh teenage girl of my past. I love being who I am. I know what’s important and what’s not. When to get really upset and when to sigh and let things go. I wear what I want. I think how I want. I make my choices. Obviously there are compromises and there are those nagging icky chores and responsibilities. Those are choices I accepted.
I’ve been thinking this for awhile but a friend plurked this link: What NOT to Wear After Age 50. I saw that and thought – I’ll wear what I darn well please. And indeed, that’s what the article said. We made it to 50. The heck with what anyone else thinks I should wear.
So for all you youngins out there – don’t fret. Middle age is MUCH better than youth. Okay – maybe not the aches and pains and the a-bit-slower-to-stand-from-a-sitting-position. Seriously: Carly Simon had it all wrong. Go ahead. Choose Life that you may live. :) It’s a better path.
I confess – I really, really enjoy these warm, sunny spring days, driving my new-to-me convertible with the top down. :) “And she’ll have fun fun fun!”
Let me add that I’m really enjoying being ABLE to commute again. Whereas I love the option to work from home and skip the commute, NOT having the option and HAVING to work from home can get tiresome. I missed the camaraderie of the office and the change of scenery. I still don’t enjoy the traffic congestion, but I’m so happy that I can drive again. Even if it’s NOT in the convertible! :)
Observing the car ahead of me at the light…..
If you are going to drive a Maserati, WHY would you settle for a sedan instead of driving the convertible????
Published April 27, 2015
reflections on life
I’ve been reading. A lot. It’s a great way to escape. I love murder mysteries. For the most part, they get resolved at the end of the book. Nice, neat, resolved, known. OVER. Murder mysteries are usually VERY satisfying.
Even better – finding a NEW AUTHOR!!!! This author has been about for years – won awards, published many books. But Ann Cleeves is new to me. I’ve been reading her Shetland series. And it gets EVEN BETTER. Besides a new author who writes great stories and has many books I’ve not yet read….. I’m learning new words!!! I have had to look up soooooo many words. The Shetland series is set in Shetland, Scotland. Other than Shetland ponies I’d never heard of Shetland and its isles. Most of the words I’ve had to look up are Scottish-isms. But there have been one or two I’ve checked to make sure I knew both the connotation and denotation. There are many more than I list here, but these were among the first to spark my curiosity and excitement: pelagic, maroon, peerie, soothmoother, broch, kirk. I know that there were more – foods and birds and customs (Up Helly Aa).
I’ve only read 2 of the 4 Shetland seasons. :) Still 2 seasons to go!
Saw a great quote the other day. When I searched for the source, there is no one clear-cut source nor phrase. But here’s the version *I* saw and liked:
Anger is like eating poison and expecting the other person to die.
Yay to the “Howard-in-my-head” who taught me that we can hope for behavior from others, but we can’t expect it. Who taught me that “The agenda of anger is pain.” Who taught me to recognize my anger, understand it and let it go.