1. I'm glad I made it.
2. I'm glad my family and friends made it.
2. I intend to make it a memorable one - for a change!
How?.....
Stay tuned......
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Tomorrow is my birthday...
57.
Which means I've just spent 7 years in denial about being 50.
Some people feel they pissed away their 30s or 40s. Well that's how I feel about my 50s.
I don't intend to spend my 60's the same way.
Which means I've just spent 7 years in denial about being 50.
Some people feel they pissed away their 30s or 40s. Well that's how I feel about my 50s.
I don't intend to spend my 60's the same way.
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Thursday, February 01, 2007
Molly Ivins passed away yesterday.....
She was only 62.
Molly Ivins Dies at 62 After Bout with Breast Cancer
I know it's silly, but as I watch people from essentially my generation that I've watched or read throughout the years make the passage - I start to feel like now that I'm post 50, I'm living on borrowed time.
Silly, I know.
But the feeling is real.
Ms. Molly, fair passage to you. I loved your words and I loved and admired your spirit. Your voice will truly be missed - at least by us that can take (or at least appreciate!) a truthful blow!
Molly Ivins Dies at 62 After Bout with Breast Cancer
I know it's silly, but as I watch people from essentially my generation that I've watched or read throughout the years make the passage - I start to feel like now that I'm post 50, I'm living on borrowed time.
Silly, I know.
But the feeling is real.
Ms. Molly, fair passage to you. I loved your words and I loved and admired your spirit. Your voice will truly be missed - at least by us that can take (or at least appreciate!) a truthful blow!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I've decided....
Not to tell ANYONE I know about this blog.
That way, if in my midlife ravings things get said that might cut....well you know.
Besides, I don't think I've ever really done something like this that is just for me. (Okay, there have been a few feeble attempts at diary keeping throughout my life...but come now, does that really count?)
What I think.
What I feel.
And I'm not speaking particularly of those near and dear. But of the whole damn world teaming with it's own set of expectations of us all.
Yeah this is TOTALLY about me -- me, me, me.
It's not pretty. But it is real.
That way, if in my midlife ravings things get said that might cut....well you know.
Besides, I don't think I've ever really done something like this that is just for me. (Okay, there have been a few feeble attempts at diary keeping throughout my life...but come now, does that really count?)
What I think.
What I feel.
And I'm not speaking particularly of those near and dear. But of the whole damn world teaming with it's own set of expectations of us all.
Yeah this is TOTALLY about me -- me, me, me.
It's not pretty. But it is real.
So what triggers a mid-life crisis?
Who knows?
But I know what is suddenly triggering it for me.....
1. A young man I helped hire was just promoted to manager -- a position I backed away from.
2. I caught some of Somethings Got to Give.
Don't see the connection? You will.....
But I know what is suddenly triggering it for me.....
1. A young man I helped hire was just promoted to manager -- a position I backed away from.
2. I caught some of Somethings Got to Give.
Don't see the connection? You will.....
At 50....
My girlfriends and colleagues had parties.....
My sister got more holes in her ears.....
And I.....
I pretended nothing happened -- and forbade anyone else from acknowledging that anything had happened....
No big party.
No big change (instigated by me that is).
No milestone acknowedgement.
No midlife crisis.
No big deal.
I thought I had it licked.
I was wrong.
My sister got more holes in her ears.....
And I.....
I pretended nothing happened -- and forbade anyone else from acknowledging that anything had happened....
No big party.
No big change (instigated by me that is).
No milestone acknowedgement.
No midlife crisis.
No big deal.
I thought I had it licked.
I was wrong.
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