Hey! Welcome to 52 weeks until I’m 50 years old! Actually it’s now 13 weeks until I’m 50! If you are new to my blog, to the right are other subjects I’ve written about. Some may resonate with you or at least give you a chuckle. If you are counting down with me…holy crap! The last few weeks have flown! Thank you for hanging in there with me!
Do do do…Get up offa that thing and dance till you feel better, get up offa that thing, try to release that pressure, get up offa that thing and shake till you feel better! Not sure if you recall that James Brown song but the DJ played it last night and that was it…there I was on the dance floor by myself, flying my freak flag once again! I guess being that lone freak sometimes is contagious. Some of my closest friends jumped offa their things and started shakin that thing! I love my connection with the willing!
Friday I received the dreaded AARP card in the mail. Didn’t expect it. I opened it and gasped. Then started to laugh. Really Randi? You’ve been counting down all year! This is not a dress rehearsal woman…this is the real show. A one time performance, this life. Our life. Yours and mine. What I tell myself often is…”Don’t just pass through. Be in it. Live it. It’s OK to be tired. It’s OK to be blatantly honest and it’s OK to embrace the fact that everything is changing.” Menopause has come and gone…oh thank G-d for the people around me! I believe even as much as I tried to control the devil woman inside me, she still found the way to the light! And, it’s OK to admit that sex is still really important to me but I don’t want to do it all night like when we were 20! I’m old! I find myself wanting more. Not more possessions. I would like to have a garage sale on those! I want more “getting offa that thing!”
I want more honest conversations. I want you to know me. I want to know you. Not the you that the world sees. The you that’s raw. The you that’s open because you feel safe. How many people that we call “friends” can we really be honest with? That’s what I’m looking for these days. A chance to be the most me, vulnerable and raw in my relationships. Yup, it’s a little scary exposing yourself in ways that may make others uncomfortable but I have this thought. I once sat at a eulogy and learned so much more than I ever truly knew about that person after they passed. It sucked for me. I’m not willing any longer for that to happen. I ask tons of questions. Weird ones too. I want to know you. The real you. So…when you see me or when I motion to you to “Get Up Offa That Thing,” it’s because you mean something to me. And, I want more of and from you. We are not just passing through. This isn’t a dress rehearsal. So, “Get Up Offa That Thing,” and fly your freak flag with me!
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