I'm doing 12 things
I guess I have the unfair pressure of living where there are many women over 45 with orange hair and their desperately overweight tushies stuffed in designer jeans as they waddle about in heels trying to compete with the teenagers.
I so do not want to be one of them. I am trying to keep it real.
That is not to say I will not be swimming against the tide in my own way – but I want to do it without looking like a complete and total fool.
Every now and again some aged goddess with cross my path and I try to note every single thing that I can emulate about her so that I too can go gracefully into my twilight years as she has.
The one thing they all have in common is they have class. They have an unspoken dignity about them. They look healthy; older, but definitely healthy in body and mind. And they are usually smiling – that little smile that says, I am a happy person that appreciates the goodness in my life. But they are also rare.
If I were to sum up this goal it would be:
Lord, keep me from becoming one of those bitter, dumpy old broads with no sense of humor. Kill me first. :-)
Thank you.
