I guess you don't notice life changes so much when your younger.You just go with the flow or you set goals. Then you can claw and fight your way through to accomplish them.
I have never been much of a "Go with the Flow" type.So, I set goals. MANY GOALS! Daily goals, weekly goals, monthly goals, yearly goals and even decade goals.I have made myself into a workaholic, stressed out mess at times. Well, most of my life if I am going to be honest.
This month I will turn 55 years old. When I hear that number, do you know what I think? Five years until 60!SIXTY! I have never paid much attention to getting older. I have always sort of liked it. The older you get the more you get by with.But SIXTY! That is near death! SIXTY is OLD! When I turned forty-didn't bother me. Then fifty- no sweat! But SIXTY! That is going to be weird. I will no longer be my mother - I will be my grandmother. You know what I mean!
This baby boomer generation has been very entertaining. I have watched so many of them fight to hold on to their youth. Plastic surgery, dieting, exercise, miracle drugs and creams! None of it worked- their still old but their faces won't move.lol When they started hitting forty the the magazines headlines were "Is 40 the New 30!". Fifty came along, then "Is 50 the new 30!" Haven't seen any articles about 60 being the new 30, have you? Because they have stretched it as far as possible. Sixty is old no matter how you look at it. Now you hear, "It's not the number, it's how you feel!" I am pretty sure when I turn 60 I am going to feel old! How can you not? Your SIXTY!
Back to the original subject- Redefining Life! I am tired of goals and trying to reach them.But I also know not to just go with the flow. Most times that flow is headed straight for the sewer.So, now what?
I am thinking of turning back the clock a little, to the time where I was raising my daughter. I cooked, baked and gardened.I think I would enjoy those things again especially since I have gotten rid of the first husband. With the first husband, nothing was ever good enough.That was exhausting! It seemed I was always trying to please someone who could never be pleased. But this one, the one I have now! Easy as pie! HA
I have worked and traveled so much since we have been together (15 years) that a home cooked meal is treated like a small miracle around here.If I ever made fresh bread for him, he would probably freak out and call a therapist for me.I used to love to make fresh bread. My favorite part was the kneading. Slap it around & mash it together, over & over. Now that I think about it, that might have just been fun when I was with my first husband. After all, I was imagining the dough as his head at the time.I guess I'll have to give it a try and see if it is as much fun as I remember without the hostility.
Gardening-hmmmmmmm. Randy might get a little nervous if he saw me dragging out a shovel.So, I'll just give him fair warning that I am planting a garden -not preparing to hide a body.
Ok-I have thought this through by typing it up. I am going to slow down-really. I am going to pull out the cookbooks and the gardening magazines. I will not allow myself to get caught up in goals.
Sure-- but this is all going to have to wait until I get through playing contractor for my brother's new house.Then I need to design and built our new home. Of course, I still have my business.www.slumberpartiesbybecky.com Alright, maybe I just need to ease into this slowing down thing.I will just bake some bread this week- oh crap- I just made a goal! This is not going to be easy!
