Going Gray

Thoughts on being a 55-year-old woman

Many aspects of being a 55-year-old woman drive me crazy. Let's list them shall we: Lack of sleep Wild dreams - consisting of me wearing a bathrobe to an office meeting, sitting down at the conference table and pulling a beer out of my pocket, opening it and taking a sip before I give my presentation… Continue reading Thoughts on being a 55-year-old woman

Adventures · Emptying the nest

30 days to what???

The clock is ticking. Countertops a switching. Wall calendar's flipping. Will I fit cornered by time into a new role? What obstacles will I find, or will it just be a natural and an easy fit? Yikes - in just 30 days, I'll be saying goodbye to something about myself besides our countertops. I hope… Continue reading 30 days to what???

Adventures

But it was just ten seconds of serious intent

I thought to myself, while intent on my own task at hand, "Just give me ten seconds and I'll be right there buddy." His hints entailed subtlety that he was ready to go to bed or outside.  One should come before the other, but I wasn't quite ready for either. Plus I had the entitlement… Continue reading But it was just ten seconds of serious intent

Emptying the nest · Going Gray

Embracing the reality of imperfections

This is my year of embracing or modifying imperfections in my life.  Yeah, it's part of my MAD MAD MOM month, too, but seriously, if at 54 years of age I can't get past my imperfections, I'd be doomed. Doomed.  Doomed.  Doomed. Doomed like my unicorn horn and my barnacle are - gone forever, leaving… Continue reading Embracing the reality of imperfections

Adventures · Going Gray

The day I didn’t recognize my stomach

The chills ran down my spine as I glanced down at my stomach while doing my 45-second plank.  Yeah, not quite to a 1-minute one yet.  It kills my wrists after about 30 seconds, so it's taking me a long time to build up to a 4-minute plank. If I ever will?  Do I really… Continue reading The day I didn’t recognize my stomach

Adventures · Emptying the nest

The true meaning of holiday shopping revealed

Whilst (don't ya just love that word, it sounds so...like I know what I'm saying kind of way?) I was out doing last-minute Christmas shopping, I discovered the true meaning of holiday shopping. Really? Seriously? Yep - And it isn't all just fun and games and wordplay, either. Yes, by the way, Quim is a… Continue reading The true meaning of holiday shopping revealed