Cranky is the New Black

Here is the absolute truth.....I am 61 years old.  Here is another absolute, 100%  truth.....I don't want to be 61 years old. I may have reached my golden years, but I arrived here kicking and screaming.

 I do everything possible to pretend that I am still in my 40's.  I exercise like mad, eat well, dress fashionably, and embrace activities that prove I am still young.  I wear hip hugger jeans, stiletto heels, pencil skirts and keep my weight under 120.  It costs lots of time and money to maintain my perfect ash blonde streaks.  I think I look pretty damn hot, if I do say so myself.

I'm in denial.  I admit it.  The truth is..... I'm getting old, whether I like it or not.

I'm doing my best to embrace this phase of my life.  I love the wisdom I have and the financial stability I have achieved.  I have 15 of the most wonderful grandchildren. (They all call me "Becky".  No "grandma" for me - that sounded too damn old!) No matter what anyone says about the golden years, there is lots about aging that just plain awful!

I knew about wrinkles and grey hair but there are many other signs of aging that I never expected. Did your mother tell you that your nose hair would undertake a growth spurt around the time you turned 60?  I think not!  My mom also failed to mention that my knees were going to get all wrinkly.  How about moisture?  One day you are as juicy as can be and the next day you are as dry as an autumn leaf.

I am not prepared for this!  It's enough to make a woman cranky!