If you've been reading me lately you already know this mid-life crisis I'm going through is driving me insane. 45. Forty. Five. Google 45 and then hit the "images" option. It's a bunch of guns. Subliminally telling me what I need to do?
My nieces texted me with good wishes reminding me of how rockin cool I was. They're so sweet. Probably doing what their moms, my sisters, were forcing them to do.
But I also made a decision to stop freaking out about my age. And my wrinkles. And my droopy cheeks. And my knobby knees. That's it. Total acceptance of my pain in my bones when I wake up. And the fact that by 9 pm I'm struggling to stay awake. And the fact that when teenagers talk I just want to scream "STOP MUMBLING!!!!" then re-collect myself before adding "AND PULL UP YOUR PANTS!!!".
Yes. I am going to be zen about this mid-life thing. So totally zen when I'm jumping over obstacles in my roller skates hoping that if I fall I won't
Zen. Welcome to my life as I patiently check off every item on my bucket list.
p.s. Do you realize some people don't even know what that thing is up there?