Seriously, why must the beginning of middle age be such a downer. If you aren't already depressed by entering it, you only have to search the Internet, grab a glass, and a bottle of wine, and cuddle up with your tissues. Oh but wait! You'll be prone to carpal tunnel, ruin your liver, and your friends and family will want you to be on Prozac. Why does getting older have to be such a bad thing? I feel the best that I have felt in years. Yes, despite my illnesses. I can go to the bathroom without an audience. I suffer from sleep deprivation because, for the first time in years, I stayed up too late watching a whole movie or reading a whole book without interruption. I can go shopping and step into a dressing room knowing that I am not a perfect size 2. The best thing is...I am 41 and no one expects me to be. I can speak my mind and feel comfortable in doing so. Many may not approve of my blogging, but here I have a voice. A voice that speaks for many women my age...not just myself. Someday, those same women will be in our shoes and be grateful someone said all the things they are thinking.
Yes, my children are almost all grown, my waistline is bigger, my body is far from perfect, I say what's on my mind, and I still wake up next to the same snoring man everyday for over 20 years. What is wrong with all that? Not a darn thing. So stop picking on women between 40 and 60. Seriously, if you stopped to actually get to know us, you might be inspired and find much wisdom. This is all regardless of our age, marital status, or wether or not we are rich or married. We aren't that bad...really!
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