by I was freaking myself out last night looking at pictures of myself from this blog on the day I turned fifty. That reminds me, I can do posts like “Ten Years Ago on this Blog.” Could be fun occasionally. Anyway, I was mostly happy turning fifty because I mostly looked as good as I ever did.
It’s simply not true anymore. I look absolutely fine for sixty, even great for sixty, so I’m still mostly okay, but if I posted a side by side, which I’m not going to do, you’d see why I was freaking out last night.
I am not Helen Mirren. My goal now is to become a person who doesn’t give a fuck. I think that, more than anything else, will make me look as attractive as I’m capable of being.
Some kids at what looks like a graffiti party. I forget where!
You look fine… Age is nothing but a number.
Agreed. And yet …
Don’t get me wrong-I get it… Five months to go for me.
When I used to tell my Dad that age was just a number, he would say, “not after you hit 80.” So you have a way to go yet. 😉
Ack. Scary. I don’t want to think about that, but I guess we’re lucky if we get there.
Dave, technically it’s just fine, and yet, I’m still mulling it over. 60 …