What a Strange Birthday
It’s really weird, turning 52. I went out for a while with some friends. But I wasn’t in the greatest of moods. But I also realize that it is what it is, and that I am what I am, which is 52 years old, a grandma.
I need to learn to embrace this instead of fighting it. Like is says in Desiderata, gracefully surrender the things of youth.
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I feel this… I’m a 38 (very near 39) year old Grandfather. It sits as a shock for awhile.
My best advice. Enjoy the good stuff. bein’ a Grandmother is a wonderful thing