Thursday, April 29, 2010

Embracing this new.....age

As I was riding the green machine John Deere mowing around our property, taking in nature- I began to think about my life. My dance. I've always loved I think to say my "dance" is appropriate.

I'm coming up on another birthday. I've not hit 50 yet, but it is staring at me. I've not hit 49 either. giggling

Most days I feel as if I am 30. I really can't remember what I felt like at 30 physically, but I do know that I had to be feeling rather, well, good.
Maybe even fantastic. Perhaps not the happiest in my personal relationship, but healthy and active and never feeling as if I looked a day over 25. What does that mean anyway? You don't look......fill in the blank.
My parents never looked "old". My mother is aging against the odds....for her young 80's her health makes it seem as if she is 90. See...there I go. Some 90 year old senior from Napels, Florida who swims with dolphins will give me a good lecture for saying this!

Now I am way past 30, well maybe not way- but I'm past it. yeah I am way past When I hit 40, I actually could not absorb that. Perhaps I miss counted? Maybe my parents had the wrong birth year?
Nah....I turned 40 and was told that 40 is the new 30. Really? Now I hear 60 is the new 50.
When I do turn 50 someday I'm gonna say that 50 is the new 25.
Why are we so hung up on numbers? Our weight? Our jean size? Our cup size?
It seems age is really the key for some people- mostly women.

So as I mow, my thoughts begin to circle around my little brain that holds a lot of thoughts.
Who will I age like? My mother or my father? Does it even matter? No....what matters is that I embrace this new age I will next chapter in a new dance.
I will dance with my gray hair in braids. I will continue to wear torn jeans- probably with the elastic waist line. I will wear purple and enjoy it. I will dance in the rain with my aging Football Superstar. I will enjoy my grandchildren, tons of them- someday.
a long away someday
I will not worry about my fallen boobs or my sagging bottom. I will dance.

My dear sister-in-law Eva, surprised me with this wonderful little book:
DANCE, While You Can~ Lance WubbleS

It's the sweetest gentle reminder book.
Thank you Eva, I love you- tons!

Life Lesson: Nobody cares if you can't dance well- Just get up and dance. Dave Barry



  1. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who thinks about aging! I loved your thoughts. Although I was told 50 is the new 30, so we can lose 10 more years! I have been looking at women over the last few years assessing how I want to age. I've decided, looks aside, I want to age gracefully. I think that includes a variety of dances, so I will join you on a piazza in Italy, for a dance when we are.....fifty + something....

    Loved this post!

  2. I love your take on aging - or not aging, as the case may be! I turned 50 a couple of years ago, and chose to see this part of the journey as an adventure. Your posts are wise, thoughtful, and witty, as well! Thanks for visting my blog and following - I'm following you, too, and looking forward to future posts. :)