yes, it’s official. i not only need glasses to read my book in bed, but as of this past weekend i also need them to read menus, to fill out hotel registration forms, and nearly to tie my shoes. I’m nearly 46.
this doesn’t bother me much — except that it’s irritating to carry my glasses around all the time — it doesn’t bother me, because aging doesn’t really bother me much. i’m in good health, i look younger than my age, i don’t have to color my hair (no kids! no gray hair!).
I’ve heard 45 called “middle-aged.”
Me, I see life like this: from ages 0 to 20 years old, you’re growing as a body and as a personality, and you’re under the influence of parents and peers. Stating at age 20, your life really begins. If you live to 80, that means that you’ve got 60 really productive, adult, fulfilled years in your life. OK, from age 20 to 40 you’re still figuring out a lot about who you are, and hopefully you stop doing a lot of bad shit, and you get yourself together, and you figure stuff out. More or less. That means from 40ish to age 80 is a huge bonus time, where you know what you want, and you set about having it …
So, at age 45, my life is really about 1/3 finished. Disregard 0 to 20. I didn’t really have any choices then. My life started at 20. I’ve lived from 20-40; I still have two more thirds to complete: 40-60, and 60-80. And really, i may well live beyond 80… or i might get squished by a big bug, but i’m not counting on that. i’m a non-smoking, non-drinking girl in a happy marriage, who runs.
i’m a girl who blogs OUT the bad shit before it takes root in her head.
i’m a girl who does NOT have to learn everything myself, the hard way. I take direction, I learn from mentors … so i can get where i need to go more efficiently. Stop wasting time. Start having fun.
and this is my plan. even if i need bifocals to help me find my way!