well, it’s official

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!


I want to put this online, to hold myself accountable. I want to document the noise in my head. I'm tired of thinking about drinking. date of last drink: june 30, 2012

  • Your calculations are EXACTLY how I see things. I realized how it adds up this way a year or two ago (I’m 51 now). I love the fact that my life is only 1/3 over (god willin). I also have a similar relationship with reading glasses and have had to saturate my environment with them (about 15, divided between two houses and workshop and other spaces; what a weird amount of money to spend on those little plastic things).

  • Hope you are well. Hate the weird feeling I get when other people point out I haven’t posted in awhile, but was just thinking about you and wanted to send warm thoughts your way 🙂

    • i am well, no weird thoughts, this is the first ‘how are you doing’ i’ve received in 100+ days (mostly because i usually post so freaking often!). will update later today : )

  • I was just commenting that vanity has to go out the door and I must get bifocals. I wear contacts, but one eye is near-sighted and the other is far so they are both set for seeing distances (we tried one of each and it made me sick to my stomach!). So I have to wear ‘reading ‘glasses for anything just over my arm’s distance back to my hand’s width (anything closer than that I have to take out the contacts…ridiculous, eh?). I’d rather the damned bifocals than reading glasses. 😉

  • I have a pair of glasses from the “old” days of CRT computer screens. Every now and again when I want to really impress I’ll bring them out. I like to think they make me look somewhat intelligent, an impression that lasts until I open my mouth :-).

  • Hee Hee! I am 46. Love love love your philosophy. p.s. Started with glasses last year. Great fashion accessory. They just sit in my handbag next to the kitchen sink 🙂