My grandma used to say “No use crying over spilled milk” now and then when I was a little girl. I didn’t understand it at first – especially when I hadn’t even had milk. Or spilled it. Be grateful that you can pour another cup of milk. Or that you had a floor, or table, to spill it on.
I have been a dingbat for as long as I can remember. I’m smart. But a dingbat. I’m only 52 so I can’t really say that my moments are senior anything – but still.
Birthdays after 50. “I don’t celebrate any more”. “Ugh, who wants to think about it?”
“Don’t remind me.” Birthdays after 50 are something to truly celebrate!
I woke up the other morning with this feeling of freedom and gratitude that was overwhelming. I imagined that I’d been a caterpillar in a cocoon for 51 years and was just now escaping and fluttering my beautiful butterfly wings. Coming into my own. It was glorious. Simply glorious!