People, please, keep it real.
I can’t stand mistruths.
I need some F&D when faced with my unknown.
Fact and Data people, give it to me.!
To date, I reckon I have been fed a big fat rainbow of ………..
Flirty, fun, fierce and a little naughty that’s what I was told.
This is what I ended up with
Sorry but I’m not seeing it the way it was told to me.
I hit forty-six last week and nothing about being in my ‘naughty forties’ has made me want to rejoice and celebrate the person I currently am.
Take me back to my twenties, please!
Maybe my thirties, although all I remember was big belly, baby, flabby belly, repeat x 4 – so maybe not my thirties.
Twenties, twenties, I’ve said it before in past posts, that’s where the real me was engaging in life.
Right about now I reckon I am doing it for everyone else, because if I alter the focus onto moi I might be faced with things I don’t want to see, and changes I don’t know how to make. AND AND a body that could care less about what is happening around it.
Yeah, so I eat the occasional cupcake, have a coffee a day, exercise is something I watch other people do and each day I finish up with broken sleep because my brain can not successfully practice mindfulness.
Oh and did I mention every morning when I wake up,
This is me in my forties, now press repeat.
It would be nice to know that one day I might get off this merry-go-round, stop being such a hot mess and look for the beauty in everything instead of the problems.
Look, I’m ok that maybe our female bodies go through a transformation in our forties, but I reckon it would have been nice to get a little heads up. It really just slapped me in the face and six years in to my forties I am still struggling to come to terms with body changes out of my control.
No way I am letting my fifties slip away from me! So I’m off to look beyond the rainbows, then I can get to the bottom of what to expect when moving into middle age and get a head start and bring back the engaged Denise, who is living a more happy and holistic existence.ONCE.AGAIN.
And any of you out there already in your fifties or beyond, don’t even think about feeding me any of your fifties fairy floss of fun and frivolity. I’m already onto you.
“do not regret growing old, it is a privilege denied to many ~ unknown”