I don’t feel like I’m 50 years old, but a recent photo from a wedding certainly proved that I look like an old lady.
That’s me on the left. WHAT WAS I THINKING?
Who was this frumpy woman, and why is her backside shaped just like my Mom’s? I was horrified—how had I let myself go this far from what I was when I was first married, ten years before? I pulled out the pictures….Yep, I look like a completely different person.
This was me ten years ago…
Now, my hair is graying, I’ve gained some weight, I wear glasses and sometimes forget to put on makeup. Menopause may be creeping up on me, but I’m not giving in without a fight.
I remember the great scene in the movie big Fat Greek Wedding, where the newly-made-over heroine explains to her new boyfriend that she had been Frump Girl before. Holy cow, I had become Frump Girl, too!
Yep, the resemblance is startling, isn’t it?
Instead of having a mid-life crisis involving a red sports car and a tanned pool boy, I’ve decided that this wake up call can be used to re-pot myself. This is my journey–to get in shape, to learn new skills and have no fear while I move in new directions, and to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. To me, the journey is just as important as the destination.
I vacillate between a self-serving vanity to Get My Sexy Back, and the desire to improve my character enough to feel like I’ve had real personal growth. Maybe I need a bit of both. I’m making lists of what I’d like to accomplish and trying to figure out a game plan for how to get there. Hopefully, if I set my course and start sailing, I’ll wind up where closer to where I want to be.
What would YOU do? Would you learn a new language or work on a great piece of art? Would you focus on how to help others, or focus on improving your health or appearance? Would you become more spiritually disciplined or seeking, make a bucket list, master a new skill?