Falling in love with myself after 50 is the bomb! Lettting go of societal, and internal, pressures about "what should it be like at my age," or what I "should look like." I can't be 34 forever. (Yes, it was a great year for my tits. But they still feel great when my guy loves them.) I don't care anymore!!
Living fully has become the object of my desire. Life is what's happening.
Life! Precious, fleeting, hard, sad, scary, gorgeous and delicious. A treasure. A gift.
No more complaints - achy hands - saggy knees- let's crawl out of bed, put those tired feet on the floor and - ouch! - walk off that plantar fasciitis. It's not like this body is going to suddenly reverse this aging process - we are headed back down into the dirt. Feeding trees.
Until then, and let's hope it isn't today:
Women over 50 - sisters, mothers, grandmothers and aunties, girlfriends, lovers and wives, singles and lonelies and fed-ups and sickies and happy's - GUESS WHAT?
Nobody is watching. Set yourself free!!!!
I'm over the hill....and flying!
Ain't it a gas?!
(PS don't forget to take your probiotics.)
And you can read my piece on "finding true love after 50" from The Huffington Post Valentine's Day edition:
Love, the Final Frontier