Morning Musings Magazine
Book of Revelations 1.0
What I think to end the day
Things I think about, and now you will, too.
- I like to take my pooch for a walk in the early evening and stop for a takeaway coffee. Then I make sure I don’t finish it, so I can add a whiskey and whipped cream at home. The evening begins, I write.
- I am in the last third of life and I’m right pissed about it. I have separated life into thirds; 0–30, 30–60, and 60–90. I’ve amended that last third to 100. The first third is obviously getting to know yourself and figuring things out. I got married at 29 and went into the second third realizing I had not figured out much. This final third is not so bad if you can ignore the ruminations of: “Who the hell is this old lady looking back at me in the mirror?” She follows me around in stores, too. The pandemic has slowed that creepy access a bit. My anecdotal research (women of a certain age I’ve questioned) reveals that our brain mentally stops our aging in the early second third. We think of ourselves in our early or mid-30s or early 40s. That is why the final third can be, should be, envigorating regardless of our outward appearance. Ageism and loss of respect for elders cut deep but make the journey that much more volatile, profane, and daring. All in my wheelhouse. You, and anyone else I can drag to the screen, will have the opportunity to suffer the antics of this final third.
- I love a good yarn, and it is why I will hate departing before I know how they all end. Share one in the comments!
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