Welp. You know what? I’m 50 years old!!! Can you believe it? I made it! I win! I survived everything the universe has thrown at me for half a freakin’ century! Every time I remember, I feel a surge of overwhelming joy. 🙃 (Also, chicken butt.) I stayed in my apartment and lay low on my birthday because I can’t believe I’m still alive! I nearly convinced myself there would be a life-ending freak accident that day, merely to send me on to whatever comes next while laughing my ass off. The universe likes to play like that, don’t you know. 🤭
I can still breakdance, but I won’t because it’s so not worth the painful (and embarrassingly long) recovery period. I’m satisfied just knowing if I end up in a life or death situation where breakdancing is my only path to survival, game on. 💪🏾 Dr. Keia reduced me to a quivering puddle of goo on the floor from laughing at her Pet Peeve this week on the Gettin’ Grown podcast. (It didn’t help that I could hear Jade ugly laughing with me in the background, probably also from the floor.) For some reason, in my head, Dr. Keia morphed into Marsai Martin while delivering her sound (and hilarious) advice on just how
hot lukewarm my summer should be at my age. (Yep. It’s fun in my head.) 😂
My attempt to eat my way through my junk food stash before starting a new diet had less than ideal results. Before I finished, I overindulged, and now I don’t like junk food anymore until I forget this happened. I realize I panicked and did the opposite. Whoops. (Flashback to my brother punching me in the shoulder, then asking, “What did you learn?”) Sigh. So my do-over will consist of slowly lowering my carb and sugar intake over a month to the goal amount.
Once I master that, I’ll move on to step two. (I forgot about baby-stepping. Doy.) 😉 It’s not a diet; it’s a tweak. Introducing crunches into my daily routine has gone smoothly. I cheat on all exercise-related activity by turning on Beyoncé’s Homecoming while I do it. It makes exercise as appealing as eating cake while getting a massage by someone whose touch reminds you of why having a body is magnificent. (Also, I laughed so hard when Le Twins used their interview to tell Taylor they wouldn’t dance for her.) 🤣
I watched the first episode of Euphoria, thanks to Dustin from The Friend Zone podcast. I believe it’s the most intimate portrayal of Generation Z I’ve seen so far. I can tell from just that episode it’s mandatory viewing with my full attention. It’s not my world anymore. I recognize my role is to support the millennials who are spreading their wings and training their skills. It’s their turn in the natural order of things. Today’s young people are traumatized by the state of the world before they even get a chance to find their place in it. As an adult, I must act. Therefore, retired now means time privilege to address these big-picture issues.
My life so far has made me willful, resilient, joyful, forgiving, and loving. I’m my own best friend. I trust my ability to cope with whatever comes my way. (I was there all those times life was kicking my ass, and I took notes. Then eventually, I applied them when I realized it was also necessary.) 🤪 I’m impressed by the younger generations. It’s evident to me they represent a better version of humanity. It’s hard for me to elaborate, but I’m honored to support them in whatever ways I can. They generally make me proud. I’m off to read. ✌🏾💜