Friday, March 3, 2017

50 Shades Of Grey...........Hair


So, for me,  this is 51!

Sometimes, it still feels like I'm impersonating a grown up. Sometimes, I feel completely at home with who and where I am. Sometimes, when life gets stressful, it feels like I'm too old for this crap.

50 Shades.

Yup, 50 different shades of confidence, vulnerability, intuitive depths of clarity, crankiness, goofiness, tearfulness, with healthy doses of putting car keys in the fridge and not remembering why I walked into the kitchen.

50 Shades.

50 different shades of being a wife, a mother, grandmother, daughter, sister and friend. Although, none of these roles ever really change at their core, they definitely evolve over time.

As a wife, 30 years into our marriage, we are good. We are empty nesters enjoying the time together we never knew we didn't have when our four girls were all still at home.

As a mother, although I still field the odd request for advice or a question about how to make a childhood favourite food, for the most part, I get to sit back and reap the rewards of a lot of diaper changes, defeated fevers, hair vs. gum battles, heart to heart talks, groundings, and time as a 4 star referee. Now I get to witness them walk their own paths as phenomenal young women, girlfriends, wives, mothers and friends.

As a grandmother, I get to enjoy our grandbabies without having to nag them about eating vegetables or going to bed on time. I get to be the one to host sleepovers, serve cookies for breakfast, wage giggle infested nerf gun wars, make a huge blanket nest on the living room floor and watch cartoons until sleep defeats the powers of Pixar.

As a daughter, I find the role is slowly reversing, as I'm sure it will someday, for our daughters.

As a sister, lives are busy, but we grab time whenever and however we can. It might be quick texts sent while getting ready for work, phone calls that solve all of the world's problems, or actual physical visits. We make it work.

As a friend, you find, through life, the real ones stick. They don't have to live next door, in the same town, or even in the same province. They stick.The great ones begin with a shy hello on the playground on the first day of school, and continue through heartbreaks about cool kids and boys, growing up, finding love, losing loved ones, laughing, crying, doing shots, and comparing notes on the weirdness that is menopause. Where it goes from here? Well, let's just say when you see the blue haired ladies misbehaving in viral videos on Youtube, I can't help but think that is exactly where we are likely to end up.

Yup, 50 shades. Here's to 50 more!


This week has whizzed by, once again., writing, laundry and rehabbing this hip sucks up more time than a person might think!

As for the upcoming days.............

Tradeshow in Outlook tomorrow....... bookkeeping duties on Sunday........later in the week, celebrate turning 51!

Well, that's about it for now,

For those celebrating a birthday........

May the candles on your cake shine brightly, and may all your birthday wishes come true.
May you celebrate with laughter, with joy, and, if in the mood, a cocktail or two.

May you celebrate the time you've spent on this planet, it's yours, you've earned every minute.
May you soak in the privilege of simply being here, never waste a moment, instead, truly live it.

May the time between this birthday and next be filled with whatever plants the biggest grin upon your face.
May the time between be kind, gentle and sweet, with just a whisper of trouble so you relish in every warm embrace.

Until next time.....

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