Begin Again

Happy throw back Thursday, almost made it thru the week day and the first official day of Spring.   My 53rd birthday is just around the corner causing me to take note I am completely in my '50s'. A fact that feels rather sureal as once upon a time, some years ago, it was my observation 'fifty was the begining of old'. Fifty was women with very short hair, polyester pants with uneven granny panty lines, clip on earrings, and red lipstick.  She stayed home to watch soap opras, host the occational bridge game with other fifty somethings and wait...for husband, kids, grandchildren to give her life purpose.     Time passes, things change and it is not the 1960's  anymore.  Our culture has evolved for better or for worse, people are living longer and stronger, and women no longer wait.      Life as a fifty something sure is not how I had it pictured.  Recently allowing a nice man into my world to share my day with, have fun with and grow old with was put on my 'to do' list.  Shorty thereafter he found me.  Timing is everything and we are just getting to know each other.  I wear blue jeans, g-strings and sport a few tattos.  Maybe 50 is not the begining of old. Maybe 50 is just a groovy, super cool place to begin again. kisses