Hey all you people! I know, I am like the most inconsistent about posting on here, but I am going to attempt to start blogging more. Writing is like therapy for me when I can’t throw something at someone. Ok, let’s get to it. I am 48 years young. In my mind I am eternally 17, while my body reminds me each morning that it is really 87. Getting older is not for the weak of heart. You know those reels that are so funny on the old Tik Tok about music in the grocery store. Well, a couple days later, you find yourself walking through the Wal-Mart and all of a sudden, a song comes on and you are like ” Yeah, this one is a banger.” Then you realize you have become your own worst nightmare. As you sing the lyrics to the song, you get a little crazy with it and if it had not been for the buggy, your old ass would have been in the floor looking like that lady from the life alert commercial who had fallen and couldn’t get up. Yeah…welcome to getting older. Now, it is possible that this next part is just me. It is also possible that it happens to people my age and it is also possible that it is a Gen-X thing. You can decide that for yourself.
As I gracefully age (insert bullshit here), I seem to have more to say and less cares to give. I can for the most part overlook a lot of things without having something to say about it, or I still have the ability to keep it within and to myself. There are other times I am sure that the filter between my brain and my mouth has completely fallen out and is lying on a dirty parking lot somewhere. It probably fell out when the person next to me parked so close that I needed a can opener to get in the door. Then I proceeded to get in the passenger side and crawl across the entire console, bending my body in ways that made it hurt for a week afterwards. I can now understand why a lot of older people choose to stay at home and have as many items as possible delivered rather than to deal with any other human in the near vicinity. When I leave the house for an outing, I remind myself to be as polite as possible to everyone I come in contact with that day. I also tell myself to give as good as you get. Let it be known though…I will turn into Sophia off the Golden Girls and tell you how it is without blinking an eye! I am tired, today emotionally wore me out and my brain has turned to applesauce. If anyone needs me, I will be lying in bed with a heating pad on my back scrolling endlessly through reels until I can no longer focus with my glasses on.