Grey, I Knew Better

When I Knew Better…Reflective Surfaces

When I Knew Better…. Reflections of 2017.

I’m a little late to the New Year’s party but in my defence, the older I get the quicker time goes.  I don’t set New Year’s resolutions, for me that’s a recipe for disaster. If I’m not committed to something a new year isn’t going to motivate me.  This is one of the many things I’ve learned about myself as I march over the hill.  So, instead of committing to how I’m going to do better this year, I’m going to reflect on the when I knew better.  See what I did there? Clever and cheesy.

~ I Know that I hate Zumba classes, the music is loud, there’s way too much yelling, and I leave feeling like I want to punch people.

~ With my unsuccessful attempts to lower the number on the scale, I realized I needed to quit drinking wine and go to the gym.  I opted instead to purchase $300 worth of Spanx.  I have no regrets.

~ There is nothing wrong with drinking two martinis.

~ I really like ironing.  There is something oddly satisfying about ironing, running a warm iron over fabric and creating a smooth crisp surface.  Cloth napkins, and the crease in a dress shirt. Love it.

~ As I’ve gotten older  I actually prefer to be alone with a glass of wine and a good book.

~ I actually really like my greying hair, I thought I would be embarrassed of my roots   ¯\_(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)_/¯




~ As of today, I have 2879 emails in my inbox.  I only need to delete them and I haven’t, I’m reflecting on whether this is extreme laziness, procrastination, or there is something psychologically wrong with me.  I also have a couple dozen tabs open at any time on both my laptop and iPad, I should probably explore the psychology of that too.  Later.

~  I have stopped apologizing for leaving an unhappy marriage.  I have more patience with long lines,  and I no longer feel the pull to ensure the house is tidy, or feel guilty if we run out of bread and toilet paper.

New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.

Mark Twain

I think Mark Twain and I could have been friends.




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About Melinda

Navigating life as an over 50 Goddess. Empty nester, twice married, once divorced, Mom, Stepmom, Miniature Dachshund owner, Post Menopausal, Canadian, all with a little humour and learning that When I Knew Better, I Did Better. I hope.
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