I love this little old lady and I want to be her when I grow up. I've had it with society telling me that I should freak out because my 40th birthday is fast approaching. (In a year and a half, but whose counting?)
Things are changing in my life. For one, we're done having babies and so that chapter of my life is coming to a close. I considered having a good old fashioned identity crisis over it but then I watched this video earlier this month and decided to stop all that madness.
I want to enjoy my life and the fact is that ageing is inevitable. I will shrink and get wrinkly. My kids will grow up and leave me. My hair will turn grey and all of these things will not define me.
Who I am will stay the same. I will still laugh at inappropriate jokes. I will still wear flower pins in my hair. I will still do a little jiggle with my hips when I hear a Marvin Gay song. I will get my husband to rub Bengay on my sore spots and then keep on dancing.
I won't be invisible and allow my spirit to slowly die inside of me.
So, thank you Dorothy Custer for being such a bad ass granny. You've set me free. From here on out I'm going to stop thinking about my age and I'm just gonna go on living and having a good time.
I might not jump off of a bridge, though. That's just plain crazy.