On my thirtieth birthday I began to realize my life was changing. It was not necessarily for the better, I was thinking. My car started falling apart, my teeth needed major repair, I had just watched my Uncle die a slow death from cancer and emphysema, I was a pack-&-a-half-a-day smoker and I had no career skills other than waiting tables and bartending. As well as being a divorced Mom of five little ones who lived with their father and visited on weekends. It was enough to get me thinking!
My first step was to stop smoking – cold turkey. That worked. Next I took care of my teeth, then my car. It took some time. Not too long afterward, I changed jobs and started my journey in the business world, ending up in middle management at a major financial company. I felt better, but my birthday numbers kept getting bigger. I tried to come up with a way to slow things down. I never found one.
Turns out that isn’t how the aging process works. Instead, life just keeps going by faster and faster every year. How that happens is way beyond my thinking. By now I have learned to just go with the flow. It isn’t always easy. There are smooth places and a lot of bumps in the road to old age.
These days I am better known as Grandma (and also Mom) who is also a wife, sister, aunt, Red Hat Queen, a volunteer and now a blogger. Keeping my mind active and staying busy have become more important than ever. I hope to share my experiences, give some timely advice and toss in some humor as I write this journal of my road trip to old age. Mind you, I have a ways to go…I am not totally over-the-hill yet. So, come on along! I’ll drive and all you need to do is enjoy the ride!