Yesterday I turned 47. 47!!! How did that happen? I don't feel any different than I did at 46 and I'm the same size now that I was at 16. If you don't believe it look at my driver's license! My weight hasn't changed in 31 years. I do think the last time I renewed my license though, the lady kind of smirked when she asked me if there were any changes and I said no. Back on track now - 47. That's not even a milestone birthday. So how did I end up who I am and where I am at the age I am? Who knows?! One day I was a senior in high school with my whole life ahead of me; the next day I was a mother and wife; the next day my kids were grown, I was a grandmother and I was single again.
Birthdays have never bothered me until now. Now I think, "Wow, I'm 47 and not getting any younger (or slimmer apparently) and there may be a chance that I'm all I'm going to have for the rest of my life." Can I spend the rest of my life living alone? I guess that one remains to be seen. There are days when I have hope that Mr. Right will come along and make me his wife. But there are other days when the loneliness seems to overwhelm me and I am truly afraid of being alone. My birthday was one of those days when the loneliness won out. To quote Scarlett O'Hara though, "tomorrow is another day!" (and Mr. Right better get his butt in gear!)
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