I told you my birthday was significant and special, right? It was, with zeros and all.
I've been blogging for many years. First was my family blog, which made it easier to share boy pictures with the family since I could never remember to print and mail the real copies. Plus that adds to clutter, which goes against my nature. I kept up with that until I started this blog in 20XX.
At first I didn't want to share my age. I'm an "older mom", the one with the big red "AMA" sticker on her OB file (advanced maternal age). Bloggers I was reading were way (waaayy) younger than I was, and I pictured myself at a blogger conference in a room with people all able to be my children. So that didn't (and won't) happen, but I still never shared my age. It's odd you know, when you get to be the age of those people that you knew were old when you heard it: like can they still walk at that age?
But now here I am. And I survived it, and even more, have embraced it.
I'm 50...and Fabulous.
That's right: fabulous. I'm thankful to be here, be healthy, have friends and family that love me and more. It's time to focus on the blessings I have, not mourning something that can't be changed.
Because it can't, and because I honestly don't want it to. And I'm embracing it!
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