Old is an attitude. I am not old. But being fifty is another matter, entirely. It’s one of those between ages, like 17, when you don’t really belong to any category. I am not a senior! But neither am I forty and frantic about either getting pregnant or not, as the case may be, thank God.
I am looking forward to learning how to act the age of my hair, gracefully, I hope, someday. Someday when I am finally all grown up, like my mom. Change is too big a deal where I am right now.
On the other hand some of the changes are good. Like finally getting around to finishing undone projects on our house. And Elv having clearer vision about our own dreams again. And “repurposed” wood made into a lovely patio bench.
And grown up children. I LOVE that our children are all adults. I guess it only gets better from here?
And the lovely fall season. It is so easy to be thankful when color is everywhere with the blue sky overhead.