Blogging Midlife

Category: Life 'On midlife, wifehood, mothering and the roses in between' That's what this blog is all about, and I've remained faithful to 'the roses in between' part. Now, the midlife part: well, show me a midlifer who only too willingly admits to midlifing, and blog about the wonders of it, truthfully, everyday, and then I may have found my guru. Go. Tell. I'm no more inclined to say how far I am into it, not that I'm still into the silly let-them-guess thing -  I'm not. The dilemma is this: I could be eating cotton candy and wearing shorts and flip-flops animatedly waiting in line for the Peter Pan ride in Disneyland right now, but there should come a time when I will have to dress, feel, or act my age. I've kept my hair cropped short for 2 years until a few months back when I decided to grow it out again. 5 months hence, my long short hair now sports noticeable randomly scattered grey (white?) which makes me want to reconsider my stand on not coloring my hair. What to do? Thankfully I've gotten back to my senses and now live a healthy life. On Wednesday afternoons, I listen to older women in a bible study hen talk about maintenance meds and lubricants. "What?!" No, no, no, no, no. I'm not anywhere near there! With midlife comes this newfound, ever amazing confidence in the kitchen and most other places, in fact. The exhilarating liberation of knowing I got nothing to prove anymore is something I wish I had known much sooner. The wisdom from having lived more days, and the patience and compassion for those who make mistakes which makes you think, 'Oh, I did that too ...' mellows, as a human, as a woman. Oh, I get into certain melancholy moods that are brief and passing, probably from the thought of things I did not get around to do. Bungie jumping. Sky-diving. Not because I wanted to but just because I'd think I'm now kinda old for that type of thing. Scuba-diving. But just because my right lung is incomplete. No more hippie dreams of going up to Kathmandu, or backpacking Lonely Planet style. To be honest,  I'd be too lazy to carry a backpack, I'd rather lug it, you know. Things like that. More about midlife. Which, I guess, really does not give me any excuse for being remiss on my blogging. And that's what this is really all about. Blogging. I think I should do it more often.