AgingGratefully

My personal creed would be: I will age with humour, love and giving of myself.

I will treat those around me the way I want to be treated.

I will challenge the stuck way people look at getting older.

I will be grateful for what I have and embrace what the world has to offer.

I will be good to myself and pretty much do whatever I feel like doing. No one will tell me what to do no matter how old I get.

What will be part of your getting older creed. A challenge…..

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I now have a huge selection of donkey faces. I never ever thought I would be a donkey lover and follower. They appear to be the epitome of my newly acquired love of all things goofy.

Goofy is awesome. It can cheer one up at the most random times. I laugh out loud at these creature.

I have incorporated goofy into my way of life. You only live once and if I can take on goofy over 55 then even better things must lie ahead. Looking forward to what attracts me next at this age.

It has become increasingly obvious to me (and others) that I have very little or no filter at all.

I say whatever is in my head, out loud. All my thoughts have been pouring out unfiltered. My opinions on topics others are speaking about…swear words…sarcasm…and yes crude jokes.

I was NEVER like this before. As I said before I grew up very shy and certainly never spoke my mind because, heaven forbid, I would have to defend myself and speak even more.

I love to debate..defend my position and speak passionately about what I believe. There is a new spark within that has been ignited with aging.

I love to encourage other woman too. To speak up..to show their power, and to work together..to support each other.

It is so liberating to be able to say fuck whenever I feel like it.

Everyone appreciates a Sunday morning.

The older I get the more I enjoy the leisure in it.

Moving slowly. Enjoying the moment. Sipping on coffee instead of guzzling like I usually do. The sun on my face early on a spring morning and especially the sound of birds chirping.

Thanks for joining me

The journey will be better with grateful hearts along for the ride.

I am more like a 17 year old boy than I ever was. I grew up very shy and serious. My mother said I was “born grown up”. In hindsight that’s kinda sad.

Now I laugh easily. I laugh wholeheartedly and I laugh like a 17 year old boy. When they sit in the back of our truck on the way to hockey I am in hysterics as they make fun of themselves, talk about their teachers and make simple, flowing, light conversation.

I am more in tune with a 17 year old boy and laugh as hard with them as I do with my girlfriends.

I am so privileged to have had a child later in life. I highly recommend it if you want to laugh alot in your 50’s.