It is what it is…

I want to talk about my generation, the 60’s. No, not THE 60’s, but the “over the hill gang.” I finally realized that I’m no longer in the “driver’s seat, nor the passenger /navigator position , and I can’t even lay claim to the “backseat driver!” Yes, it’s true. I have been relegated to the THIRD row seat! And that means, I’m relatively harmless way, way in the back. Where I πŸ™ˆπŸ™‰πŸ΅ am not giving out my “well-worn” advice or “lecture #368963,” and I’m not disrupting the peace by stirring up the “chillen.” (Somehow I’m always to blame, yet Innocent…) I hope you realize, that I’m not really griping about this situation, but, merely stating, “the facts, Ma’am, just the facts.” Dragnet. I thought he was so sexy!And I do tend to digress, sometimes…anyhoo,(don’t you hate when people use, “anyhoo”? Getting back to the “third wheel,” I have to admit that I am now very accepting of my place in the car.  I find that I can relax and read, blog, Facebook , or play my games. And, yet, I am still treated with respect and love, and any request or need is always taken care of by my children. In fact, they treat me like a queen. 

Here’s the “bottom line,” Golden Pond, Henry Fonda. The above blog is really a metaphor of this stage in my life. As I said above, I’m no longer the “main event.” But, rather, I’m sitting in the balcony with season tickets and VIP treatment. Oh, did I mention that I can thoroughly enjoy and explore any programs  avenues. In other words, and I’m full of words(or BS), I have had an epiphany about my life, my age (67),and my self image. And the big “no brained” is that I need to just sit, relax, and enjoy the ride”!

If I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s the fact that it s human nature to never be satisfied. Even if we’re relatively happy, deep inside there is a desire for “something.” Let me give some examples. At ten I couldn’t wait to be 16 and at 16 I want to be 18. And I remember never being happy with my body or looks. I wanted to be an ash blonde with green eyes. I always thought I was “fat.” At 38yrs, 5’4″, and 140lb,I considered myself overweight. Go Figure!!!now I weigh 40lbs more, and I realize that I didn’t have a big problem. Another example I think we can admit to, is raising our children and thinking,”Calgon take me away,” sounded pretty darn good. And also feeling unappreciated and frustrated by the kids, washing, school, cooking, chauffeuring, PTA, and class parties. And, now, I look back on that time in my life as “the best of times.” Maybe that is one of the many reasons we love our grandchildren so much. We realize how hard it is to really relax and enjoy being a parent, because it’s a very busy and trying time . And when you are the one who’s responsible for protecting and guiding your children to a better life than you had, it’s very difficult to take a step back and “see the forest for the trees.” But, we did it! And we did the best we could do. And sometimes, maybe we were lacking and other times we were pretty darn good, almost miracle workers! 

So, my message here (hope you’re still with me)is that you don’t always realize how good your life really is. And I for one have been guilty of that for awhile now. Well, no more! I’ve decided to follow some wise advice. Be happy with who you are and where you are in life. Instead of looking back and mourning for days gone by and wishing you could do now, what you did then, STOP, LOOK, and ROLL!!! Appreciate what you have .” Accent the positive,eliminate the negative” get out of your “memoirs stage” and back in the groove! Explore all the advantages of being our age. Take care of yourself by exercising and eating healthy . Get out and get involved! Be the beautiful person you’ve always been. And let your light shine!!! I’m done .πŸ™πŸ»πŸŒΉβšœπŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜amen

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