How exciting! Entering the world of blogging. Just goes to show you that you can teach an old dog new tricks – and life does not end at 59.

That’s what I am – 59 and counting. Kind of an odd number, don’t you think? I remember – I had such plans for my fifties – and now they’re almost over. Some of the plans worked out, and some didn’t. In some ways, my life is better than I could ever have imagined. And in some ways, getting older is just plain weird!

You see, I thought there would come a time when I would “grow up.” You know – when we were kids, and we would say, “When I grow up, I’ll make my own rules. And I’ll sleep when I want, and I’ll eat what I want, and I’ll do what I want, and I’ll be rich and famous.” (Actually, that’s kind of a summary of things I used to say.)

HA!!! Even though I keep getting older, I can’t seem to get to that point of “grown up.” I don’t even really know what that means anymore (and I don’t think it’s a memory problem – although I certainly have times when . . . I’ll talk about that later). I’m just not sure there is such a thing as being grown up.

And I guess that’s partly what has led me to this – blogging – I’m 59 years old, I have two daughters, two sons-in-law, three grandchildren, and I’m not grown up yet. Maybe I never will be. But the journey is definitely exciting for me. 

Come along. Maybe you’ll find something about my journey that is somewhat uplifting – or at least entertaining. After all, 59 and counting is definitely better than the alternative – 59 and no longer able to count.  🙂