What happened to me?
I used to go to clubs and walk around the mall shopping, and I would never leave my house without hair and make up on. I used to have wild parties that rocked into the wee hours of the morning, on a week night no less, and somehow I still got up in time to go to work the next day.
I used to worry about what people thought about me, you know, do I look hip? am I saying the right things? do I fit in?
I used to be busy cleaning my house and decorating it just right, and please...call ahead before coming over so I can "tidy up".
Well now, I wear comfortable clothes that rarely match. I'm in bed by 9:30 and up by 5 am, and sometimes, I turn the radio off in the car while I'm driving so I can listen to...silence.
You can often find me with a messy up do and very little make up on or none at all, and probably with paint or pastel on my hands and face.
My house is often messy and lived in, but always open and welcoming to anyone at anytime.
I still enjoy a good time with family and friends, but it is more low key, perhaps a fire in the backyard with my dogs close by, or brunch at our favorite restaurant.
Now, I worry if my chickens like me, not people, and I walk around in mismatched socks and sandals with feathers stuck to my shoes.
Am I getting old?
Nah, just seasoned, like a fine wine.
Today I'm at my best, and tomorrow? Tomorrow I will be even better.