So, what does 50 feel like?
The same as 49 did yesterday.
I guess it's a good thing that aging is gradual -- or I probably wouldn't be so thrilled -- not that I'm thrilled to be 50 -- however, I really don't care, if the truth be known. I truly do believe that age is a state of mind -- and, if you keep active -- especially your brain -- then that's half the battle. I hope so, anyway -- my brain may not be the brightest bulb in the pack but it's always on.
I've had several days of celebrating -- surrounded by good friends and family at a "gathering" (I don't want to call it a party) on Saturday -- nothing like Sconyer's Barbecue -- and especially nothing like having a get-together at the restaurant so there's no cleaning up. All my kids were here (except my son-in-law who I missed -- he had to work). I had a lazy day of it on Sunday (after church) and, today, has been a nice, easy-going day -- with a trip to the jewelry store, an art gallery and lunch with my hubby.
Several years ago, when Mark asked me what I wanted for my 50th birthday, I said "Scotland". I could have had that this year but I'm not much of a traveler -- though I know if I want to get to the UK, I'm going to have to, well, travel. I also decided I wanted to wait until all the kids were grown. When my next birthday rolls around, they all will be -- well, if grown means they're all over 18! I know that may sound ridiculous to people who are used to hopping on a plane and flying all over the place but, for me, it's a major thing. Maybe this is why I write so many stories which have heroines heading overseas for adventure and love.
Well, I've got love already and, like a Hobbit, I'm not too keen on adventure -- but, hey, maybe it's about time...
Welcome to LIS!!
As an aspiring writer, I blog about whatever happens to move me at the moment -- though some posts contain serious content, my big-picture goal is to bring a little humor into an often humorless world! Welcome, y'all, and make yourself at home! Please make sure you update your bookmarks!
When you are offended at any man's fault, turn to yourself and study your own failings. Then you will forget your anger...Epictetus