I am feeling my age! And I am middle aged people. But I happy to be 43, no matter how I feel physically, which is squishy, and tired, and showing signs of blase-body (Yes, I made that up)!!! I’ve been waking up very early in the morning and can’t get back to sleep. I don’t enjoy sleep with the verve of my youth where I actually RELISHED sleep and would have said it was one of my favorite activities. Sleep is now an activity I do in order to replenish myself. That feels odd. And OLD.
I read this and just
loved how it made me feel:
‘Gather, girl, the roses.’
Not a bad approach to life. A year ago I began to be re-acquainted with an old friend. We sat down to talk about my thoughts about being 42 and he told me I was hard on myself. He’s passed on, this year. I want to remember Pete and the figure of truth telling that he was for me as well as recognize that none of us know how many days we have on this earth so whatever it is that you long for, do it now, seize the moment!
I’m not getting any younger! I’m going to have some fun! I want to date Tom! And do things just because they seem fun! Not watch my kids act like kids, but join in!!
While 42:
- I remained sober!
- I quit smoking!!
- I quit sleeping medication!!!
- I wrote a lot of poetry and more, which is all found on this blog.
- I took thousands of photographs.
- I forgave.
- I sought forgiveness.
- I learned the concept of service as a form of recovery.
- And started going to AA meetings.
- My children turned 21, 11, 10 and eight and Tom 48.
My father has been dead almost six years but I have yet to “bury” him.
- I’d like to bury my dad this year.
- And take my kids to England & Scotland.
- I plan to seek peace, in my relationships, through my service to others, any way I can.
- And keep short accounts with people.
- Reach out to others not expect them to reach for me.
- I’d like to photograph more carefully. And learn from others.
- And exhibit a project.
- Set up my studio.
- Eat more like a vegetarian and study natural health remedies.
- Work out daily, for my mental health.
Lastly, I’m thinking of taking some seminary courses with the possibility of some degree. Tom asked me the other night what are the major or minor things that I did not do because I was strangled by my relationship with my dad.
I didn’t study when, what, and where I wanted and I’m going to work on that this year.
This is going to get some tweaking over the next few days, but those are my musings on turning 43.
Here’s what I wrote about turning 42.
Logic & Imagination 