With just two days to go…
I feel like screaming: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I liked being 49. Shit, I liked being 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47 and 48. The forties were my best decade.
I’ll have to practice saying it: I’m f, I’m fi, I’m fif, I’m fift, I’m fifteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Crazy, crazy talk. How can this be?
Now say it a bunch of times fast: Fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty. fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty, fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty fifty.
If you say it enough times it loses all meaning. Just a sound, two syllables, a word.
Meaningless. It’s meaningless.
To see yesterday’s Countdown to Fifty (which I just posted) go here.
Okay, Louise, listen up! Fifty is a charm. It’s wonderful! It’s hot!! I just turned fifty-four 2 days ago, and I want to tell you the truth: I am at the peak of my powers intellectually, creatively and sexually, and my tennis game is the best it’s ever been! I am actively engaged in two careers that I love, and I am wildly in-love with the Love Of My Life (LOML?). The chances are greater and greater that you and I are going to live to be one hundred, my dear, and if we tend to our needs for pleasure and love and creative expression, this “Second Half” of life is going to be spectacular.
So, embrace this birthday, with two days to go, and celebrate. And be glad that you won’t have to live through that first half again!
PL
http://fullpermissionliving.blogspot.com/
Don’t worry, Louise, you’ll survive. I did it last year and now I tell everyone that I’m f, ff-, fff-, fffffity-onnnnnnnnnnne!!!
(Can I demand a recount?!)
Experience counts. Try saying, “The forties were my best decade -so far.” You’re just getting better & better at living & the next one will surpass the last one!