Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali. Yay, it’s Saturday!
I’m writing as I eat breakfast, and my beverage will be iced coffee. It has been a strange week with an extra day off Thursday due to storm Eta, which didn’t trouble my neighborhood much except for gray skies.
It’s sunny out, but I have to do some adulting. My car needs service, and it may need struts, which cost a pretty penny and may change my holiday plans. It makes me want to consider a second job. Yuck.
On that topic of adulting, I joined the #agechallenge on social media. It entails being proud of your age and accomplishments. Suffice it to say here, I meet and I am friends with several people who are young enough to be my child. Hopefully, I’m not old enough to be their grandma, but it will happen. So I am like many others who try to not look their age, try to NOT dress their age. I don’t overdo the makeup, because scrubbing eyeshadow and liner off my eyes gives me more eyebags. I exercise quite faithfully.
There is a silver lining that actually sounds a little ironic. My age challenge statement is this:
**I am ___years old. I would’ve already been dead if this was the Middle Ages. Yet, here I am, with time left to figure it all out.**
Yes, like a teenager, I still try to figure out myself, where I’m headed, what works for me, how I can live at peace with others and with my lot in life. They say, “bloom where you’re planted.” Never a dull moment.
It’s clear (or not) from this image I drew a week ago. Everything I am is who I used to be (so , yeah, the free, tree-climbing girl and the awkward pre-teen and confused teenager), but also includes how far I have come today and everything I possibly can be in the future….all rolled up in one and living within my soul at the same time. The future self just sits in wait for us to be ready and to choose what it will be doing. You are sure to see this image again. (Sorry) 🙂
Very wise one day, I shall be. (But I haven’t quite caught up to Yoda yet) 🙂
I need to exercise more, so I can one day be like the old lady who still wears yoga pants and has arm muscles, with a gray braid down her back….so I better grow it. I do not want to be one of the sitting ladies, staring at pigeons on a park bench. I’d rather be wondering and exploring the park, hopefully with a faithful dog by my side!
Somehow I feel I’ve digressed. I should’ve written a philosophical poem….but, it is what it is.
Have a great week, everyone! Don’t swim around in these thoughts for too long, though I’d love to hear yours. ❤
10 thoughts on “#WeekendCoffeeShare. I’m a Grown up! Meh.”
Hi Pamela, I think if we ever outgrow asking these questions of ourselves, we’ve mentally moved to close to the grave and it’s time to put the brain back to work. Those questions do keep us young and always improving which is what life should be about.
Please make sure you stop by my share today as I’ve have the info for the Global Coffee share idea and I’m hoping you can find a way to join us.
So, it sounds like the 5 p.m. EST time would be on a Friday, right? I could find a way to attend, maybe sit at a ‘coffee shop’ for an hour after work and do my coffee chat by phone. I think you have my email, email@example.com. Keep me informed, it sounds awesome! Now 9 p.m. on a Friday runs the risk of me being sleepy…and I rarely do Coffee that late, but it could maybe work.
Thanks for the coffee. Finding it hard to concentrate enough for such deep thoughts this morning. I do like the age acceptance thing. I startled myself a few weeks ago when I realized that I was calling young men, “son”, and young women “dear”… ach, and the way it sounded could have been a soundclip of my Granny. Rule # 353: don’t look at yourself in the mirror while taking cough meds.
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That’s a good rule! Have a great week.
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I loved reading this post. I too have friends, and colleagues that could have been my children. It is an interesting feeling, and I don’t think its going to go away. My mother didn’t get to celebrate her life as long as I have now, I think of that when I feel old, and the feeling turns into gratitude. Although, I think like you, that I want to keep in shape and be that cool grey-haired lady….many years from now of course 🙂 Have a great rest of your weekend, and a fabulous new week.
You too, Maria! Thanks for stopping by.
Wise you are!!!
The internet is a weird place, the other day my social media “friends” were playing a high school challenge and I was thinking how I didn’t have any pictures from my high school photos laying around, my mum probably has some in an old photo album haha anyway I was just kinda shocked to realise how young these people are lol and of course running into people who remember life before the internet and instant messaging an waiting for the postman to bring mail ha!
but I digress lol
we all grow up eventually
🙂 I got my first computer at age 30 and my first cellphone at age 32. Kids today just have no ide! Take care, Beaton!
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You know we are all born “unique”. 🤔But it seems like we want to be like or similar to someone we see and want to be at their age. Now with gray/grey hair I would want a strike of blue, light pink or even light purple, just so I wouldn’t look like my neighbor, friend, relative. 😉
I love it!