Growing Up

I've been 56 years old for one week. When I say fifty-six...it sounds older than I feel. Maybe one never thinks of themselves as "old". I hope I am always true to "myself". I am quite comfortable in my skin and I really love my life.

I am determined that 56 will be one of the best years of my life. I have lots to do...lots of plans and ideas in my head that need to come to fruition. I have products to launch and an ever-increasing list of things on my "to-do" list. I have so many places I want to visit.

I like the way I dress. I love tights, I love interesting clothing. I don't dress to attract attention or to be someone I'm not. I wear the cool tights because I like them. I wrestle with wondering if it's age appropriate. My friend told me it was "artist appropriate". I liked that. I always give myself permission to dress how I like, but I can imagine walking down the street and having people say "what is SHE THINKING?". I care, but I don't care...does that make sense? I like Vans and Chucks and Cowboy boots. I like wearing scarves in un-traditional ways. Sure, there are days that it bothers me that my hair is turning more gray each day, my arms are getting flabby, my jowels are more pronounced and don't even get me started on facial hair. arghhh...but I guess part of growing up is being comfortable and confident with your whole person and accepting the physical aging as a gift. (especially when you consider the alternative) I do love my life.

I have a wonderful husband who lets me do my own thing and has been supportive of me following my dream of being a working artist. We have fun together and I am happy to say he's my best friend. I have great adult kids who I admire and adore. I have three sweet granddaughters. I love them so much! I have great friends. Life is good. So happy birthday to me! Fifty-six...woohoo! Life is really good.