bad tummy

Yes. Bad tummy. It’s consuming my ability to think. What is up with that?  Also, if one cares what others think, you are more than just screwed because you’re looking for what they think, but also, they will CHANGE THEIR MIND!! Duh. I didn’t think of that for years. What? You’re going to change what you do once they change their minds? Just a way good reason to not care in the first place, other than the whole self esteem thing that people teach us.

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Less needing to rub it in

Generally, I’ve been a “rub it in” kind of person most of my life. I notice recently, age 54, I’ve kind of stopped. For example, Friend NoKids, has always been kind of a dickhead about anything kid related. And now her second husband has a one year old grandkid and she’s enjoying being with the little. I say to her face, “that’s great” and in my head I think, “that’s great”. And in my dark little rock-like heart I feel, “that’s great and glad she is finally getting it about kids”. But I don’t feel any need to point out what a drag she was before or how this is different. Maybe it’s just forgiving her former and possible future dickheadedness.

I credit my improvement to getting a boyfriend. I want to keep him and I just feel so forgiving about stuff. He’ll say something absurdly contradictory like, “you need to..” and then “I would never tell you to change”. It just seems hilarious to me. But I don’t laugh in his face, spit coffee over him, or say, “hello! dickhead, you just contradicted yourself”. I just smile and listen and in my slightly less rock-like heart I feel, “god I love how human you are. I appreciate your flaws and it makes me feel more comfortable with you that you’re as messy as I am”.

Hey! I just figured out that this is letting things be as they are, instead of trying to control and judge and correct. Hunh! Maybe I’m growing up. I’m only 54, never thought I’d live past 40, so this is all gravy. Yay!

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change… I rock?

Yesterday I went for the 23rd time to a once a year tea party. We have all changed, but the one of us who had kids has been through the most changes, or so say I. Of course, with kids, they are conceived, you’re preggers, they come out, it’s intense, they get to be a toddler, etc. there is CONSTANT change. These other 6 women, all pretty high powered for a low key community, do not have kids and from the outside it looks pretty stable to me to be in their lives. I’ve had birth, divorce, death, arrests, career change, addiction, starting over, jail, unwanted pregnancy, car wrecks (quite a few), physical violence/rage, graduation, marriage, becoming grandmother, emergency surgeries… Admittedly not all were my events, many were my sons. The other six annual tea party women have had death and career change and maybe emergency surgery. Maybe car wrecks. They’re not so rare.

So what? Part of me feels successful that I have weathered so much change and am still standing. What do they feel? Do they think about change? Does their seemingly smaller amount of change feel big to them? Do they feel like survivors? And, hello! Why am I competing? Big deal and so what that I survive my changes.

Except I don’t have many accomplishments. I’ve tied my values to being an ant on the planet who doesn’t make things worse if I can help it. That is my vision of personal success in life. Those other six women have a lot of accomplishments in their careers and stuff. Not sure what the “stuff” is, but I respect their accomplishments. I’m just adapting and surviving change and making the most of what I can remember. And I’m weak enough to need some accomplishment to give me value. My accomplishment, I’ve weathered change. Yay? I rock?

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Thank you Dude

“Women are crazy”… duh, but thanks because your explanation is crystal.  And men are plain… but I love them!
Women are Crazy (The way to lose your female readers).

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Best peer is 33 years younger

What does it mean?  Apparently my best peer for relationship support to assauge my nerves is 33 years younger than me.  Yes, I said peer. Better look up that word, but I thought it was something about age compatibility? Or is it shared interests? Trial by peers. … what does that mean?

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Imagination brain

Ok. Admittedly I’ve been smoking some medicine, and I did feel inspired to do a bunch of chores… and listen to loud music really clear and fulfilling, but I also have this memory of dreaming that wasn’t in my memory before. Did I just imagine this mental picture narrative just now?  Or did I dream in my sleep earlier and just remembered?  Hello!  Who’s studying this?  Are dream memories awakened later or is imagination just super sneaky and clever and wonderful?

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50 something dating

Dating post menopause is so easy. No birth control, no kids, we both have money, we both have our own ideas, and religion, and jobs, and friends, and support systems. We can just enjoy our carnal pleasures which are so much more extremely satisfying than ever before. Who knew! 

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Core dog

My dog is small and sleek and burrowing. He likes to go under the blankets. When on top of the blankets, he lies between my knees. Under the blankets he lies beside my tummy or my hip or my butt… or between my knees.  He stays right by my core. I could say he hangs out by my privates. … but I think he just likes to snuggle and be warm. Right?

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disloyal mom

I got up too early. I went to bed too early. I ate too much. I did too many chores. I made my body ache. I napped too long. I invited son and family over when I shouldn’t have. They woke me from nap. I thought it might be boyfriend surprising me at the door. It wasn’t. It was toddler, mother, and son who has attitude that rubs me wrong when I wake up from nap hoping it’s my boyfriend instead. There. I said it. I’m a disloyal mother. But I planned wrong. I should have stayed napping and *dreamed* of boyfriend since he’s not here. Yes.

Meanwhile, I tried to not be a piss ant with family visiting that I invited over. Ug. Ug ug ug.

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generous pretending

I have a boyfriend. I haven’t had one of those since 1983, that’s 31 years ago. I’m a girl. I have trouble leaving it all alone and letting it happen. I want to fidget, meddle, touch, change, dissect, analyze, figure out, and understand. When he says he loves me, I think, “that’s generous of him to pretend that to make me feel better”. I think I’m supposed to just listen to his words and believe the standard meaning of that language.

What the hell? Why do I make new meanings for conventional words just because it’s being said by a man? A man my age no less. A man as fat as me. A man who just finished sharing his sex with me in the most incredible way. What is wrong with me to pick holes in that? Females. I’m just saying.

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