OMG I am 62 years old. I could take early retirement....wait, I am retired. I can get an extra 15% off at Kohl's on Wednesdays. Which is weird because you have to be 60 and they just told me recently that I am qualified. Maybe I'm not 62 after all.
Sometimes I think I am a waste of space but I look back on 62 years and think I'm not so bad after all. I had a teaching career where I actually helped some kids...and they've told me so.
I raised two great kids who have good jobs and nice homes and best of all they like us! They want to hang out with us....well, not all the time but you know.
I have a good husband to whom I've been kind and mean and loving and snotty and provocative and standoffish and he still loves me and wants to hang out with me...all the time.
I can remember some horrible things I've done and some wonderful things I've done. I know I have really good friends and a couple of really good enemies.
I can remember being a child and a gawky adolescent and the memories don't make me shudder...well, maybe a little.
I have a few regrets but not anything I'd hang my head about. The bad choices I made were usually fixable.
I've had great highs and deep lows...and I hope most people don't know about them. The ones that do are my cherished friends and family who still want to hang out with me.
People tell me I'm funny. Well, I guess I am sometimes...but everybody is sometimes. I like to make people laugh. I think most of us do.
This blog has been ridiculed for not being deep enough but I don't write it to be profound. Some think I am lazy and ungrateful since I have no job and don't do some kind of volunteer work. I tried to be a volunteer. It just didn't work out. I have opinions and I share them. If I see something is wrong and I think I know how it could work out better, I say so. I found out that is not a trait appreciated in a volunteer.
I have my routine and my own little way of doing things and it is a happy life.
I guess I don
t mind being 62 so much after all.