Life Seasons


What season of life are you in now?

Are you in your teens, your 20’s, 30’s 40’s, 50’s or 60’s ?


I am in my 60’s and I have enjoyed every season of my life.

That’s the key!! To enjoy wherever season you find yourself in right now.

I heard someone say that “Getting old is a privilege-not everyone gets to be old.” I believe it to be true!

Getting old comes with its own set of challenges, and those challenges are different for everyone.

For me, it came gradually…

First, right after I turned 40 all of a sudden, everything I read was blurry.

My perfect vision was betraying me! Got reading glasses. No big deal, right? Except that since then I went from a 1.0 lens to a 2.50!


Then the knee pain started to show up. Doctor says I have arthritis!!

Oh no, not me!! My mom, my aunt, “old” people have arthritis, not me!!!

And it has been downhill from there. I don’t want to depress you, not at all!

“Getting old is a privilege,” I tell myself as I continue in this mortal journey. And I do believe it is!

Now that I am older, my life has changed in so many wonderful ways: when I feel lonely, I have so many memories of good times with family and friends to help me through them.


As I look back at a lifetime of accomplishments, as small as they might seem to others, they are my victories, my trajectory thru the years. They sustain me and have taught me so much.

I have a posterity to rejoice in, to teach by example and to learn from. I have strength to overcome the impossible, ( as it seems at times) because I can look back and see that I have overcome much and I am still here;  wiser, and more determined than ever to succeed –  I am whole, I didn’t fall apart.

I feel I am calmer before difficult times; that it really doesn’t matter that much what others think of me, because I know who I am.

My home is clean, and beautiful to me. I don’t need to have the latest furnishings, the “model home look” in every room of my home.

My home is full of books that have been read, music that makes me “twist and shout” and music that soothes my soul; pictures of the ones I love most in the world ; knick knacks made by the grandchildren; toys in the living room; popcorn kernels from watching a chick flick with my daughter and granddaughter, or a game with my husband and grandsons; blankets that are soft, in different patterns to snuggle in and watch a favorite show with the love of my life, or to read a book on a rainy day all curled up.


Aw, the simple joys of life!! That’s it! Getting old for me means simplifying everything, every facet of my life without worrying what others will think.


I have lived long enough to know what’s important to me, what makes me happy, what I need to let go, and I’ve learned to forgive everyone, including myself for the mistakes I have made.

We have had our share of fear, sickness, heartbreak, disappointments, frustrations, despair, and we got through it all with the Lord’s help, and you will too.

Come what may and love it!


Whatever season you are in now, enjoy it! Simplify your life!

Don’t be afraid to get old. It is as good as you make it, and if you consider it a privilege, your attitude will carry you through the hard times.

Make it a great life despite it all, and I pray that you too, will have the privilege of getting old.



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Old Dog, New Trick

Well, it’s official: I’m above average. I’d suspected it for awhile, but when confirmation came, it was a bit of an ouch. It seems the average age of bloggers out there is purported to be 21-35-and overachiever that I am, I’m slightly out of that range.

Ok, a hair more than slightly.

Admittedly, I’m late to the game, but I’ve been busy. First, I had four kiddos to raise up to adulthood, and that took a lot of time. Then I went through my “What do I want to be now that I’m a grown up?” phase, and that sucked up a few more years. Then I took a lazy year or two just for giggles, and became a grandma in the process. I wasn’t just resting on my laurels the entire time, I did write little stories for children with an eye to one day publishing them. That is, until I found out that less than one percent of new children’s authors even get published nowadays. So I thought about a blog. But what do I have to say that hasn’t already been churned out over and over again? So I back-burnered it, firm in my mind that if I was supposed to spill my guts, the good Lord was just going to have to open that window, or fling open a door, or lend a boot to my backside. So one flung window, swinging door, and swift kick later, here I am, a 50-ish, first-time blogger. For heavens sake, back in the day preparing for my future career I took shorthand and typing.



Blogs, bloggers and the blogosphere weren’t even on the horizon. The closest thing we had to a blog were columnists, and Erma Bombeck was my absolute favorite. She got a late start too, but with wit and wisdom shared her madcap adventures as an average, ordinary friend, wife and mother. She was Lucy Ricardo on paper. She made me laugh, really belly laugh, only back then I didn’t have the belly to appreciate it. Now when I say belly laugh it’s unfortunately got a whole new spin. Erma was relatable. She made the dailies bearable. She embraced the imperfect life. And I am all about the imperfect life.


If there’s one thing I’ve learned through the experiences of my life, (and because I’m a repeat offender, re-learned often), it’s that life is hilarious. Seeing the humor in the ups and downs makes for a happy life.

To quote my friend Erma, “If you can’t make it better, you can laugh at it.” So in that tradition of life and humor, humor and life, I begin blogging at 52. That in itself is somewhat laughable! I guess you could say I’m a late bloomer…but then again, nobodys ever accused me of being average.





“We cannot choose the day or time when we will fully bloom.

It happens in its own time.”

-Dennis Waitley