I used to joke that I would be paying for daycare costs or college tuition until my 60th birthday. I need to revise that, until I’m eligible for Medicare, if it is still around when I get there. I have to face too many life issues in a short span of time, my nest is empty for the first time in 30 years and I’m facing a new decade of life. What I found in my trusty bag of tricks were way too many I’m too old to (date younger men, dance the samba, where a mini skirt and six inch heels) and too few I’m young enough to date younger men in their 50’s, dance the samba after lessons with Dancing with the Stars teachers, learn Italian.
This is my year of being responsible for having some fun. I’m actually in fun training right now. I’m hunkered down and shutting off outside opinions, good advice and helpful remarks. The only one I’m listening to right now is my inner child, who never really had a childhood. The only promise I make is to my children that I will embarrass them under an assumed name. I will take recommendations for sultry and sassy aliases. I’d also love to hear some recommendations on fun things to do from girls that know how to have fun. I’m even going to try to find a career that’s fun. This weekend I worked on some new girlfriend cards for my DivaXpressions line. That was fun. Let me know what you think.
