Any Shiny Thing - Life after 50
Midlife Fiction
Remember that Boomer anthem? The Who sang it in 1965. Well, I guess we bought the message. Here’s another annoying post on the subject.
Think yourself young. Because that’s the only good place to be? Because old = bad?
Come on, Culture, grow up. Of course, I mean Western Culture because this blogger is from the UK.
If you’re as annoyed as I am, click on the picture to leave her a comment.
I’m a little sad today. Yesterday marked the end of another year of babysitting, and even though I have a weird sort of empty-nest heartache going on, it’s time. I’m ready. So is Bill. He’s been with me every step of the way.
Let me point out that nothing could be more gratifying than the privilege of sharing this time with our grandkids and their parents. For me, that’s as essential as air. I couldn’t live without them.
But there’s a reason Mother Nature favors the young when it comes to procreating. Bill and I are in our sixties, and childcare is harder for us, physically and mentally. The last few months, we’ve relied on TV and fast food more than we’re proud of, and I’ve felt my patience wearing thin.
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