For all of the ‘bigly’ technological advances that science and inventors have made over the decades, there’s one thing they’ll never get a handle on or control: the passage of time. Alas, that sucka marches on. And with it, we get older.
Every year, every month, every week, every day, every hour . . . and yes, dare I say, every damn minute, we’re getting older. As a midlife woman, I’m okay with that. Do I mind that it seems like yesterday that I was 25 and, in the blink of an eye, today I’m 54? Nah, I’m good. My thing is, I don’t feel ‘old.’ And whatever you call it — aging, getting older, over the hill, unyoung, etc. — it’s only as apocalyptically horrid as you make it out to be. So, at the risk of repeating myself, I’m good.
While there are some who have come to terms with midlife, others are fighting it tooth and nail. Good for them. Good for all of us. Because, as women, we still rock! >insert your own boisterous cheering, fist pumping and vigorous clapping here<
The truth of the matter, though, is there’s always going to be something about midlife that we either love, hate or both. Get ready for round three of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly . . .