If you don’t like how you’re feeling, stop doing what you are doing….I’m trying..I’m trying.
I used to poo poo (well, now that term dates me, doesn’t it) when I would hear those over 50 say that life has never been better than when you get over the hill…in my frayed, negative, overwhelmed state, I could never understand how this was possible. I’m kinda feeling it. I don’t think I really have less of any of the negative stuff going on in my life – but in some ways…the negative power is crumbling because 1) some things are no longer important to me; 2)if you don’t like me or the way I think, stay far away; 3)with just the two of us in the house, the work load has lightened so much; 4)maybe I’ve just changed my priorities; 5)Other than work, I really don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do ie. I’ve learned to say no; 6) the crazy hormones are waning.
I’ve gone downstairs twice to put clothes in the dryer only to find out that “he” has done it for me…and he’s taken the clothes out of the dryer and folded them into a basket…have I said anything about it…No…I think it is because by the time I get back upstairs, I’ve forgotten it. Tonight I made my way down stairs to clean out the litter box…it was already cleaned out… I thanked him but he doesn’t really know how much I appreciate it.
I felt the need to change my xanga background theme tonight…I still haven’t figured out why this becomes important. One day it is fine…the next day it must be changed. While I’m clicking thru them, I was thinking that I would kind of like to make up my own but I actually have enough hobbies and projects now that I don’t need to take something else on…maybe later…then I came upon this wood background…and I immediately thought of “him” and that we were walking around Lowes the other night and were over in the wood section and he took a deep breath and said – oh, I love the smell of wood (he has a long history of carpentry) and I knew I had to choose this background…so honey, when you check my blog, just know it is for you.
Until next time….
Ninasusan 
The thing about being 50+ is that we begin to care less and less about what other people think about us (or me as the case may be). Remember in high school, college, and into our twenties how we constantly worried about how we impressed other people? Well, maybe not you , but I did. I think by the time we’re 50, we get over that need to please others, to be popular, to need to be liked. We finally accept who we are and become comfortable with it regardless of what others think. It’a self acceptance. If we didn’t arrive at that place, we’d be dead…my opinion.
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You have a sweet Hubby sounds like to me , Pops helps with everthing around here also.Life does get better after 50 , even the 60 don’t know about the 70 yet LOLRTYC: Thanks for your kind words on us Auto workers its nice to hear at this time.
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A nice post. Excellent background.
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Such a nice post. I agree with you on so much you have said here today. Life is truly better the older we get. Hope it just keeps on getting better.
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