So I’m out shopping the other day and…wait, back up. Have I really reached the point in life where shopping (which used to mean “fun, leisurely jaunts to my favorite clothing and book stores”) now means a quick run to pick up toilet paper, cat litter and drain cleaner? Anyway, I’m out “shopping” and my cell phone rings. “Mom, what’s… Read more »
Turning 50 gave me the wake-up call I needed, like a glass of ice-water in the face at 5 a.m. It was both unnerving (“I’m now thisclose to wearing Depends.”) and invigorating (“Prime of my life, baby. Bring it!”). Casting aside all the “over-the-hill” jokes and black birthday decorations, I’ve had a few months to come to grips with my… Read more »
Even though you know better, don’t you occasionally fall into the self-esteem-killing trap of comparing yourself to others? I know I do, especially since I just turned 50 – that Tweenior milestone when I should be nearing the peak of my life, but in reality, not so much. Like roadkill, comparisons draw you in, forcing you to stare even though… Read more »
Tween·ior (twēnʹyәr) n. A middle-aged person stuck somewhere – between young and old – between an I’ve-got-all-the-time-in-the-world attitude and a let’s-start-shopping-for-burial-plots awareness – between a call-me-anytime invitation to friends and a moratorium on any calls after 9 p.m. Ex. “Just because AARP sends me a membership invitation at 49½ doesn’t mean I’m ready to sail on that ship just yet. I’m just a… Read more »
Thanks for stopping by to check out Tweenior Moments, a blog designed to make you smile, commiserate and join me in an occasional “hell, yeah!” rant about mid-life (a.k.a. that stretch of time after you stopped getting carded at a bar but before you start getting carded for an AARP discount). Pour yourself a glass of wine, stay a while… Read more »