About My Age...don't label me please!

Looking UP by b+

I was reading an article the other day about what people should call themselves as they grow older. Are we in the Third Stage or Boomers or OAD (older than dirt)? According to a lot of people it seems we need an age group name or we are not valid as a part of the human race. Teens are called teens and we know what to expect when they come to visit. So when people my age come to visit, you need a label so you will know what to expect. It must be important...or not!

It occurred to me that I don't really fit into any mold. You should not assume anything about me. Honestly, I am what I am. In fact, probably for the first time in my life, that statement is absolutely true. I am no longer the dominant mother or wife or teacher. What I am is just....well me! It is a very good thing.

So I have decided that I am going to use a different way to define myself. To begin with these are the facts:

I love to travel. The world is my home and I find myself visualizing myself staying forever in the the place where I sleep at night.
My closet if full of art supplies and my greatest joy is creating.
The friends I enjoy are of all ages.
The need for learning is burned deep into my soul and while I may read a lot of fluff, I am never happier than when I am digging for something that I don't understand.
I am the most comfortable inside the cover of a book and can remember the names and authors of books I read since I began reading. Those names clutter my mind but also give me a sense of place somehow.
A day without a goal or a job of some type is not a very good day. I love to work physically very hard. Those days are my happiest.
A job well done gives me great pleasure. Writing is a job of sorts for me...or at least I look at it that way.
I am a woman that loves beautiful things, clothes shopping and a day getting my nails and hair done.
I have a room in our house called the garden room and we dine formally in that room. It is my favorite place.
Music fills my day...all kinds of music. I never get enough.
I love TV...a lot. There is something about a story that is fascinating for me.
Pinterest gives me a lot of pleasure because it just satisfies my need to see other peoples aesthetic.
I am in love with my husband.
My family is very important to me.

So can you put me in a box when you read this. Pretend you did not read the title of this blog. Am I old or young, rich or not. See, when I look at myself this way, it does not matter. What is important is what I am NOW not the title of my age group or even the number of decades I have lived. Just take me for what I am and forget all the other stuff.

Here's to new beginnings!

b+

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