I admit it, I am 56 years old and I am celebrating! Yes, you heard me right celebrating. Why wouldn’t I celebrate? Celebrating 56 is better than NOT celebrating 56, if you catch my meaning. It seems like only yesterday, I turned 21, so you will have to forgive me for being a bit bumfuzzled as to how this transformation happened? After all, I know they say that time waits for no one, but seriously….time flew by so fast that I missed my mid-life crises!
So why write about my age? Why not? I realize that most women wouldn’t admit their age, let alone put it in writing; but hey, it is what is. Is aging pleasant? No, it’s not. Bones creak, eyesight worsens, hearing is questionable, fatigue is a state of being and worse, the sags and bags and lines…oh my! Truthfully, it takes me so long to get ready to leave the house that I’m still not quite sure if general everyday maintenance really takes that much longer or I just move a lot slower.
So what have I learned in 56 years? Not enough, that’s for sure. I think everyone has a list of things they would change if given the opportunity, and I’m no different.
However, a do-over wish list where the focus is on the past just isn’t productive. It doesn’t do any good to pine for a life that didn’t happen.
Therefore, I came to the conclusion that I had two choices, either jump feet first into a world full of unexplored experiences or resign myself to a rocker style existence. I decided to choose jumping feet first and grasp everything life has to offer. Since I can only go around this world one time, there is no time for could’ve, should’ve, would’ve.
I have entered my Fried Green Tomato Season of Life. I catch myself saying and doing things now that would have been unthinkable 10, 15 or 20 years ago. I no longer worry about what other’s think, and I am simply having fun. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ramming a car of a rude patron at a shopping center (sigh of relief heard from my insurance agent), but I also do not have qualms about “telling it like it is”.
Rude people, no time or patience for it! The other day, I stopped in at the grocery to pick up a few things. At the checkout, some lady, pretending like she was “all that and a bag of chips” was berating the young cashier about something that didn’t ring up correctly.
The little gal must have only been about 16 or so and her face was a mix of embarrassment and hard to hold back tears. That was THE moment of truce. My Fried Green Tomato Season of Life kicked in full force.
Me: “Lady, what’s your problem?”
Lady: “This is none of your business.”
Me: “True, but yelling like this? Get a life, whatever is wrong can be fixed"
Lady: “Well, I never”
Me: “I’m not doubting that”
Lady: She huffed out and left her groceries (no worries, she wasn’t buying that much anyway)
The cashier just looked at me and said, “Wow, thank you. We’re not allowed to say anything.” I smiled and said, “I know, I once worked as a cashier a long time ago too.” Although, I’m quite sure the manager was not overly happy, I did receive quite a few nodding smiles from what I could only perceive were fellow Fried Green Tomato Season of Life people. Let me tell you, that felt good!
I’ve accepted that aging is simply a part of life. I can either embrace it or mourn it, but I still have to live it. So I guess, for me, my Fried Green Tomato Season of Life is a rebirth of sorts. A fresh look at the world around me, recognizing the thorns I’ve walked through, scratches and all, and chasing the rainbows of my future.
Where will this season take me? Who knows, but I’m wide eyed, jumping in with both feet and taking on every adventure with enthusiasm and a just a tad of carefree whim.
That said, today arrived just like any other day, without fanfare or excitement; just the busyness of what has become my existence. One thing is certain, my Fried Green Tomato Season of Life is just getting started, so you can either join me or get out of the way, because this mama is on the move!