This first official post has me feeling like i’m coming back to Junior High after summer break. But instead of that obligatory ‘How I Spent My Summer Vacation’ essay, I’m standing in front of the class reading mine entitled
‘Where Did My Life Go and What the Hell is THAT?’
No longer the pimply-faced teen, sweating the small stuff…I’m now a wrinkly-faced grandmother sweating with the flashes and spending way too much time looking for things I knew I needed at the time, forgot I had, and when I did find them I couldn’t remember why I needed them in the first place.
I’m not really wrinkly-faced, it’s more of a wrinkly feeeeling. (More on that later.) The memory thing is spot on, and so are the questions about where life went and what new and wonderful surprises will pop up, slide down, fall off, or turn colors, each and every morning. Not to mention what happens AFTER I leave the bathroom.
Those first steps of the day can make it or break your leg…if you’re not paying attention. Life’s stairs are steep, you need to open your eyes, clear your head, hang onto the handrail, and take one step at a time. And that isn’t to say you can’t ride the rail once in a while…hop on the banister and whoop your way down…just watch out for the splinters along the way. They are a pain in the ass!
No one said it would be easy, at least no one said it to me. Of course, no one said it would be this hard either, but I realize it’s only as hard as we make it. Which, I believe, is why I’m here…again…
Life can be hard, but never as hard as when you turn inward thinking to shelter and protect, only to wake up and realize you are just adding more and more wrinkles. Those ‘oldest woman on earth’ kind of wrinkles; ‘my wrinkles have wrinkles’ kind of wrinkles; ‘when I stand I sound like an accordion‘ kind of wrinkles. Old. I’m talking feeling old! And I’m too young to feel this old; too young to BE this old.
So, I’m starting by ironing and straightening out some of those internal wrinkles. Getting up and out of my life’s laundry basket (don’t worry, I won’t use that term again! Ever!) and getting to work. And if any of you remember anything about my old blog…you may recall I HATE IRONING! But I’m doing it.
Each day – a new stretch – each stretch – one less wrinkle. And I’m not doing it alone. That’s the key. I’m letting those that love me take one end while I take the other…and together we’ll pull some of those suckers out. And for the one’s that can’t be pulled…I have a turbo charged steam iron…Yeah. It’s called ‘The Future”!
And when the time comes to let the roots show, I’ll be ready.
But for now…it’s Rhonda-Van-Wrinkle time to wake up!
Morning everybody…
I love that your wrinkles have wrinkles…that’s the way it should be. At least in my wrinkly opinion. I was just talking to a friend, and she was lamenting her wrinkles [which I just about fail to see...] and said to her that they are part of what makes her someone I like so much, and that I would miss them if she took ‘extreme measures’. I like your wrinkles too, Rhonda Van Wrinkle…the creases and folds and lines are what make you an exceptional woman, one that I adore and admire! xoxo
you are causing more wrinkles you know! but good ones…the ones around the eyes and mouth that show up after years of smiling and laughing. not to worry bon…whatever wrinkles i have on the outside…are staying put. it’s the ones on the inside i’m getting ironed out…xoxo
So good to find you again and it seems you’re finding yourself again too. Just saw your photo over at Rodpost and it’s superb. Get everyone over there to vote, NOW!
It’s so good to be found! Knew you’d put those noses to work! And exactly so…I’m doing just that. Thank you for the nod toward the photo…it’s exciting. I’m being shameless in my pandering for likes…and I’m good with that! Glad you’re here…feeling more and more like home.
Need more digging before we find out why you’ve undergone a rebirth. Whatever the reason, enjoy the photography. We’re feeling at home again too.
need dig no further than Good Grief…should answer some of your ???
And there will be more of my days with CC to come, as always..and makes me happy to know you are feeling at home again too. That’s the best.
I’m in a reflective kind of mood today so its nice to see someone else has the same thoughts
that’s what i’m hoping…to bring out more reflections from those i care for.
(and really tink? today’s a reflective day for you…with the cat and the olds and the whine and bread?)
Thanks for the smiles, and the reflection..
only kind of reflection I like. and thank you sfam, for the fresh breeze.
Love this, so funny
thanks honey.
This rocks…..so proud of you! You have been MISSED!!! ♥
Thanks my favorite Okie…as have you!
It’s so good to see you back WW..I know you needed the rest, but you were sure missed..xo
as were you. thanks Mimi…for every word and every hug. good to be ‘home’. xoxo
I just love this and you! You are wonderful and only getting better.
You have some pretty snazzy pom poms there too Mo! (cheerleading..talking about cheerleading)
My pom poms rock and I always pick the winning team. XX
haha! just glad you picked me!