I can cry if I want. Or not.
Today is my 55th birthday. I was watching a tik tok the other day and this guy my age asked “ Is Gen X the only generation to ever be shocked by their own age?” I think so.
I think we are a different breed.
We aren’t the women who put ourselves out to pasture at 40, have the same hairstyle from cradle to grave, settle into being invisible to society and men, wear invisible plain, monochrome clothes with no sass, that make us blend into the crowd. Most of us aren’t any way. Thank God that’s not me. I’m sassy as fuuuuck! I also stopped coloring my hair four years ago. So freeing! My friend Heather never colored hers and it’s gorgeous. I’d never seen my mother without her hair colored so I didn’t know what to expect and what I got is stunning!! Nearly black hair with two so beautiful shocks of pure white at my temples. It looks like it’s on purpose. It’s gorgeous and I always do styles that draw attention to the contrast and those strips of white. At 55 I have NO WRINKLES yet! Not even my eyes. That’s some good genes, staying out of the sun and moisturizing, Baby!!
It’s flying by. Life. High high’s and the lowest of lows. Makes you who you are. Makes you a kind person or a gentle person or an empathetic person. Or it can make you angry and selfish and unkind. I hope it’s made me empathetic and brave and while I can break off and on I can still put myself back together and ride at dawn to right the wrongs!
Now, excuse me while I go sign up for AARP because I’m sure as hell not gonna turn down discounts! But I’m gonna look fine while doing so.
Me
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