Its been a while, I think I started about a dozen posts...and abandoned all of them.
Time passed and I had a another birthday. When I turned 50 it didn't really phase me. I actually thought I looked good for 50 and reveled in the fact that I still don;t have to color my hair! (Thank you dad for you genes). This year however...was a bit different. It was like a slap in the face. I feel 55... really feel 55.
I started to feel a bit down.
a bit sad.
Is it because I feel that the large portion of my life is behind me?
I still have a lot to look forward to.
Is it because I no longer turn heads?...
I still turn them...maybe for NOT the same reason as in my 20's, but I turn them just the same.
Is it because my baby is about to go off to college in less than a year?
No. I am sad about that but...that's not what has me in a knotted twist of angst.
No, none of these reasons are it.
The reason is ...that soon after my birthday I realized that I can officially live in the same apartment complex as my 80-old-MOM...she lives in a 55 and over....
Bingo night and Oldies Dance Night...here I come....ugh