Owning my Age

it’s not hard to look around and realize, that, yes, october has arrived.  i have very mixed feelings about that…. i mean, i love fall – the color, the crispness, the coziness.  (thank goodness, as of today, our seemingly endless summer heatwave has ended!)

 but october is also the month of my birth.  exciting, right?  wait a minute – not so fast.  i have been dreading this one in a big way.  and wondering if i should even say anything at all.  why?? because the fact is, i know the majority of my readers are younger than me and i guess at some level i feel that if you realize how much older i am, it will alienate you somehow (she’s HOW old??  omg, she’s older than my mother!)

 irrational?  probably.  silly??  absolutely.  but i want to be as honest as possible and so i’m just exploring this myself.  here’s another ridiculously irrational thought:  if they know how old i am, they will expect more from me.  they will expect me to be very wise and mature and then be disappointed when i’m not…. (yikes!)

 and then there’s the fact that i can fool some folks.  i’m not overweight and blonde hair hides the gray pretty well – if you don’t look too close, i may fool you for a while, but so what (it’s not like that’s going to add any more years to my life…) would you be more likely to be my friend if i were turning 50?? (i doubt it)

i realize the reality is i’m not giving you guys nearly enough credit.  those of you that i know, i also know to be beyond this kind of thinking….so i’m jumping in headfirst, owning this thing and determined to put a positive spin on it….. i’m turning 60 this month!  there.  the cat is out of the bag!

i will be taking another break this week - we are traveling again – this time a family reunion.  it’s a branch of my hubby’s family that neither of us know…. should be interesting!  hope to catch you soon....