Letter To My 65 Year-Old Self

A few blogs back I wrote a letter to my 18 year-old Self, kick started by my niece who did the same on her blog.

Today, my 65^th Birthday, I fast forward to do the same, 47 years later and YES I had to use the computer’s calculator to do the math on that one!  LOL!

Dear 65 year-old Becky,

Well hell! 

Here ya are, in all your old Senior Citizen glory. 

How’s that for a reality check? 

Go ahead!  Take a good long look at that Medicare card in your purse. 

Cheez!

That 1971 fringed leather jacket hanging in your closet is 48 F#*ing years old!  Yeah, ya know the one that went perfectly with all those tight bell-bottoms you squeezed yourself into.  Good news is, it still fits.  You can be a hippy at the next Senior Citizen Halloween party (rolling on the floor laughing hysterically, CAREFUL so you don’t pee your pants!)

Well, I must say you have proven to be quite an adventurer and survivor, even though things certainly didn’t start out that way. 

You changed careers more often than most of your friends changed their socks, but hey the bills got paid!

There’ve been marriages and divorces.

 

There’ve been crappy dysfunctional relationships that drained your bank account and your emotions. 

There’ve been self help groups like Al-Anon, Children of Adult Alcoholics and counselors of the personal and marriage type.

There’ve been tears of defeat, exhaustion and total complete and utter confusion.

BUT…once you made the choice to step through your fears, your true Birth Day arrived.

So you see, the calendar says you’re 65, but it’s an illusion.

Your life began in 1987 and again in1996 and again in 2000 and again in 2007 and again in 2012 and again in 2019 and there you go……

There are no time boundaries, ever, only in your mind.

Yeah, yeah, yeah … the mirror says differently, the joints ache a bit more, the hair’s gotten white and thinned out A LOT and when you look at your hands, you see your Grandma’s hands. 

You loved your Grandma fiercely. 

Allow yourself the same privilege. 

Love yourself fiercely.

Ya did good.

Keep up the good work.

Keep kickin’ fear’s ass!!! 

No excuses girlfriend. 

By the way …. Happy Birthday.

Sincerely,

Me