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On a Personal Note

tumblr_msmojqYPa41rly3kto1_500This year I turned 56.  Sometimes it seems young and other times it seems old.  Mostly it feels in between.  My hair is gray by my own wishes.  I won’t color it again.  I wear almost no make up.  I rarely wear a bra.  I know, TMI.  I have a bunch of saggy parts and I’ve lost a lot of body strength, although that could be regained through exercise. I wear what I want, when I want.  Sometimes I sleep naked, and I no longer worry about my husband seeing all the saggy bits. After all, he has a few, too.

I express my opinion more and more, with far less concern about how other people feel about it.  I hope I don’t offend people, but if I do, so be it.  I feel clearer than I’ve ever felt before, and I have less tolerance for bullshit.  I feel like there’s not enough time for crap.  Don’t believe in climate change?  How do you feel about gravity?  Because it’s not a belief kind of thing.  Don’t like gays?  Then we should probably not be friends, because if you write off a whole group of people because you don’t agree with how they live their lives, then I’ll be applying that logic to you, personally.  Don’t like people who don’t believe in your God?  Also should probably part ways, since your religion is your business and mine – or rather my lack of belief – is mine.  I’m pretty sure you’ll get what’s coming to you when you die whether I believe or not.

I know I’m being deliberately confrontational here, and that’s fine.  Because that’s who I’m becoming.  For the first time in my life I am starting to feel strong.  I’m even beginning to see my tendency to cry when angry as a strength, and not the weakness I’ve been taught that it is.  I feel that my point of view is at least as important as anyone else’s, and possibly more important than some – those who take for truth everything they’re told by the biased media, and refuse to find out for themselves what it’s all about.  If that’s you, then maybe we can’t be friends anymore, either.

I’ve spent the past 50 years of my life keeping my own council, staying in the background, and putting everything and everyone before myself.  I have valuable opinions, informed opinions, and often controversial opinions, and now I’m going to be expressing them more.

I’ve stopped expecting people to know what I want and started telling them.  If I need something to be a certain way, its my responsibility to either make it so, or let people know that’s the way I want it.  The kitchen rug needs to be vacuumed?  I used to wait until someone else noticed and did it.  Now I do it myself, or ask someone to do it.  I actually may just get rid of the damn rug and eliminate the problem altogether.  The same with all the crap that needs to be dusted.

All of this is to say that I’m moving to a new stage in life.  I’m crossing a bridge, so to speak.  I’m moving from the me that is all things to all people, to the me that is just…me.  I’m working towards liking those parts of me I agree with, and letting go of the parts I’m not ok with.  I’m acknowledging that if I don’t do something, it’s ok, but the consequences are mine to own.  Slept all day and didn’t do laundry?  Ok, but that might mean the next day is spent doing whatever I blew off to sleep.  I’m’ owning my decisions.

Part of crossing this bridge is acknowledging that I am no longer young.  Not really old, either, but definitely not young.  The world looks at me and sees my gray hair, my well padded body, and my laugh lines and dismisses me as being less vital.  That part is not ok, but I can’t change our society.  I’m actually more vital than I’ve ever been, in my opinion.  I feel more alive than I have at any point in my life.  I could say I just FEEL more than ever before in my life.  In a good way.

In celebration of this change that has been taking place ever so slowly over the past 10 years, I am participating in a croning ceremony at the Pagan Spirit Gathering this year over the Summer Solstice.  A croning ceremony marks the final stage in a woman’s life – something that in ancient times was common, and among more “primitive” cultures still exists.  There are pagan, Jewish and many other croning rituals.  For me, at PSG, the week will be spent preparing with meditation, a sweat lodge, challenges, and other activities, culminating in the ritual at the end of the week.  I’m also selecting a new name, to embrace the “new” me – Macha.  She is part of a triple goddess, the Morrigan, representing war, fertility, earth, and protection.  I feel that this gives a true representation of my self, as I see me.

I only wish that certain people could be there with me – my sisters Laura and Vicki, and my closest and best friends: Cheryl, Susan, Tina, and Teryn (who I haven’t seen in 22 years but is often in my heart), and my daughters and granddaughters: Kaitee, Susanne, Brooklyn, Callie, Charlotte, and Harley, and my daughters-of-the-heart: Meghan, Ashley, and Jenna.  These are the women in my life to whom I hope I am a blessing, and who are a blessing to me.  I hope by embracing this new phase of my life, I can show them not only who I am becoming, but also what great changes await them in the fullness of their lives.



Reflections on my upcoming 50th birthday…

Jamie Lee Curtis is 50. So is Sharon Stone. Marie Osmond will be 50 in October. Lots of people turn 50 this year. Even Information Technology, as it pertains to business use, turns 50 this year.

In just a few days, so will I. Coincidentally, so is my dog. In dog years anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind as much as I do.

I’m not entirely sure why I mind turning 50. Maybe it’s not being considered young any more. It may be the gray hair. Maybe it’s because everything is definitely a little more south than it was ten years ago – like my face and, well, you know. Maybe I mind because I haven’t got as much time to do what I want to do anymore. Not that I even know what it is that I want to do – I just know that once I nail that down, I have less time to do it in. I never got to be a doctor, or a lawyer, or a rabbi. I did get a bachelor’s degree – but not in anything that I really wanted one in. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a bachelor’s degree in Ancient Mesopotamian Studies? I think it would. I could still become a librarian – there’s no age limit for librarians. I won’t ever be a rabbi – I haven’t got the patience for stupid people any more.

On the up side, my children are (mostly) grown, and I have two wonderful grandchildren. I have my own house, and a wonderful husband without whom I couldn’t possibly live. I am, for the most part, at peace with who I am and what I believe. I’ve made peace with my youth, and have buried most of the ghosts from said period of time. I’ve learned to never say never – there is almost always an exception to every rule. I know that watching Sponge Bob will not permanently damage my brain, and will definitely improve my relationship with a certain young man. I don’t need to be skinny – I just need to be healthy. Therefore, one piece of cheesecake isn’t going to ruin my (not so) girlish figure.

I’ve also learned that time is not our friend. Time whooshes by when we’re not paying attention. Enjoying the now is much more important that worrying about the future. If I spend all my time planning for the future, and none of my time enjoying the present, the future will never come. The future of yesterday is today, and today is almost gone.

I wish I could teach these things to my children and my friends – many of whom are significantly younger than me. What lives they could lead if they knew these things in their 20s, and didn’t have to spend thirty years learning them. Can you imagine what a world that would be?

So, on Wednesday I will be 50. I think I shall eat cake.

Happy Birthday to Me

Well, it was my birthday on Tuesday. For the calendar-impaired among you, that’s March 11. I turned 49. Yep. One more year until th big 5-0. I’m pretty bummed about this. I am having some serious age-related angst. I’m told by lots of people that I don’t look old enough to have a 27-year-old son, or granchildren (from the 25-year-old daughter), but that just doesn’t help when I look in the mirror and see the gray, and the new age spots on my hands, or the one on my cheek. (How do I get rid of those, by the way?)

I also have found that I will have to go back to school and get my bachelor’s degree if I want to keep my job status as it currently is. That sucks on oh so many levels. The age-related one is that I have to go to classes with a bunch of 20 year olds who have absolutely no real-life experience who THINK they do have real-life experience. And instructors who are used to dealing with aforementioned 20 year olds and don’t take into consideration the added responsibilities that working adults have in their lives. Then there’s the stupid classes that have no relationship to real life but are supposed to make us “well-rounded.” I’m almost 50, people, I sincerely doubt that knowing some obscure sociology concept will round me out any better than I am now. Since I don’t go to cocktail parties (does anyone even have those any more??), I don’t think I’ll even be able to wow anyone with my stellar interpretation of a little-known poem by a dead poet, either.

Still, in an effort to maintain my career related status and (hopefully) advance, it’s off to school I go. So, between turning 49 this week, and having to return to school, it’s just been a wonderful time! Let’s not forget about daylight savings time, too…