Monday, October 2, 2017

Fifty-One and Still Having Fun

In exactly thirty minutes (Central Time) I will turn 51 years old.  Yep.  Fifty. One.   It's a little crazy to think that I'm now considered "elderly" hahaha.  That damn AARP card application came in the mail today to remind me that I "Can start saving today!", lovely.  This year has been wonderful, terrible, tragic, happy.  It brought me love, joy, tears, friends, loss, success, failure.  Through it all, I learned what I needed to learn.  I fell countless of times but got right back up.  Momma didn't raise no quitter.  So tonight I say good bye to being 50 and welcome 51.  Can't wait to see and experience what is in store for me this year.

I think I will continue a tradition that my grandmother used to have up until the day she died.  Whenever anyone would ask her how old she was, she would say, "Forty-five".  It didn't matter if she was turning 60 or 70 or 80.  She was always "45".  She died at age 91.  So I think from now on, I will forever be "45".  I think I can totally pull it off don't you?  Don't answer that.

October is my favorite month of the year.  Besides my birthday, there are pumpkin carvings with the nieces and nephews, and Halloween parties to attend and the air is crisper (for like a day or a few hours -in Houston anyway).  And to me, it's like the beginning of the holiday season.  It's just a great time of the year and I always look forward to it.

With everything that happened in Vegas and what the people in Puerto Rico are going through, I felt a little guilty even looking forward to my birthday.  But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that life goes on.  No matter what, time doesn't stand still, even though there is tragedy amongst us.  We must still celebrate this life of ours.  We still have to keep going.

And so Bloggies, go out and do something that makes you happy.  I know I will.

-peace.

Heartache

My heart aches.  Once again a senseless tragedy.  Bloodshed.  Innocent lives lost.  How much more of  this can we take?  It happens so frequently nowadays that I am almost numb to it.  "Oh another massacre? So, what's for dinner?"  Sad but true.  The world that I grew up in is gone.

With our heavy hearts, as broken as we are, as helpless as we feel, we march forward with our heads held high and hope and pray for the best. 

This is the United State of America and no matter how many try to divide us,
we remain one.  Ever hopeful.

Stay strong.  Stay vigilante.  Be kind always. 

peace.