I logged in today to change my "About Me" status here on the old blog...gotta change that 48 to 49...whoop whoop!
49 has been a pretty decent year.
I've been sober for the entire 49th year, and while still working every day to hold onto that sobriety, I feel more and more confident as each day passes.
One of the things I love about being a "middle aged woman" is that for so many issues, I just don't care anymore what other people think.
This is who I am.
Doesn't bother me one way or another.
Gosh I wish I could have convinced my 9 year old self that...or even my 29 year old self...or golly, even my 39 year old self.
The numbers don't scare me.
But, I'd be lying if the changes in my body don't aggravate the crap out of me.
I'm not running anymore because my stupid lower back can't recover.
I can't see a thing...nighttime especially is ridiculous.
The wrinkles on my neck, chest, and of course these "jowels" on my jawline have, in fact, begun to bother me...my vanity I guess.
I'm technically in menopause but still having hot flashes.
Probably looking at a hysterectomy for Christmas.
Thanks, Santa :)
I said it.
It bothers me.
But, guess what?
And I'm enjoying life.
We've moved to a new house.
I'm reading again.
My kids are all doing ok and working through their own lives.
The husband and I are figuring out this new chapter of our marriage.
It's all good right now.
I'm a realist though...and I know that the ebb and flow of life will continue as it always has.
I'm ok with that.
I truly am.