For the record, I'm only 48 at at the time I sat down to write this and I'll be 48 for another couple of weeks. After that, I'll be 49 for an entire year before I turn 50. I'm going to be good and ready for 50 when it comes. My 40s clubbed me over the head probably because I didn't take them seriously enough. I didn't consider myself worthy of taking my diabetes medication. After all, I was dying anyway. Then again, I wasn't actually dying except for the out of control diabetes. I got whacked in the head good and hard with the old clue stick It took me a few years to get my bearings.
My biggest problem is that I'm stubborn as whatever icon of stubbornness you prefer. I could work on being more yielding but my stubbornness is also my greatest asset. The biggest difference is that I call it dogged determination when it leads to good things. Usually, I can tell because my friends and loved ones steer me in the right direction but not always. Sometimes, my stubborn streak costs me my leg and, other times, it gets me what I want in life.
My 40s took me by surprise because I wasn't prepared to have them be about surviving poor health. I know that my 50s will be more of the same. Of course,, I don't have my gall bladder anymore so I can't go through that saga again. I need my appendix for some surgery that I need to get done. Yes, the last great project of my 40s will involve putting my appendix to good use. I just have to hope that I don't lose it to appendicitis.
My goal will be to close the book on my 40s and be ready for a new beginning. Until then, I have a lot to do including taking my first vacation since 2010. I won't be telling you when because I don't fancy having my house burgled
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