I have a feeling that I’ll have Anne Bancroft’s hair shortly- streaked in all of the right places with gray hair.
It’ll be cool. I’ll make it work. I’m trying to remember why I quit dying my hair. It could be because of all of the maintenance – too much work to cover up the inevitable gray streak
I’m still trying to convince myself that I’m 40. Am I really in mid-life?
My 40s have been pretty cool. I’m almost a year into my 40s so it’s too early to say if I love being 40. I still don’t feel old. I don’t think I look 40 yet. . .
Honestly, I will take any memory that I can get. I love them all!
I remember being four years old. It might have been the best time ever. I remember Sesame Street and a chocolate cake for my birthday.
I remember being 10 and really awkward. It’s possible that I was awkward before that. I grew really fast and then one day when I was about 13, I stopped growing taller. On the plus side, my boobs grew about three years later. Until then, it was a slew of carpenter’s dream jokes. Teenage boys . . . I could do without them. Back in the day, I didn’t think so. But I do now, especially since I have a teenage girl.
I don’t really miss that time of being a young teenager at all. It would be better not to remember, except that it helps to understand what my teenager is going through. The teenage years are rough and unforgiving.
I remember my 20s. There was college and drinking and boyfriends. I dyed my hair and wore ugly clothes. There are pictures to prove it. I wrote a lot of awful poetry. There are several journals to prove it.
My 30s were an emotional roller coaster and incredibly humbling. I got a divorce. Soon after the divorce, I was in an abusive relationship. Within a year, I was homeless. Plus, I had three kids. Then I got my life back together but not without a lot of work and court appearances. A lot of those memories, I would like to remember less.
Then I started this blog. I write about the past and the future. I take many photos so I can look at them later and remember what a good time we had.
So here is a picture of me with my inevitable gray streak.
It could be worse than resembling Anne Bancroft, right?!
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
I joined the #Midlife Luv linky Party. The link to the linky party is here: