I've done it. I've begun a blog.
I might even say I'm proud of myself, venturing forth in this unlimited community. It's a leap for me--not technology, per se, just the personal communication aspect, especially at my age, 59 and counting.
In fact, ironically, it's the age that has spurred me to begin. I hope that this blog will be an account of this stage of my life, a chronicle of getting older, and then, later, getting old. Why does age fascinate me? I can honestly say, it's not fear; anticipation is probably a better word.
I have a lot of experience with age, and with old age. I've stared it in the face already. I've danced with it, admired it, respected it, relied on it, cringed at its surprises and rejoiced in its gifts. My parents lived with us, with my husband and me and our three children, for eighteen years, until they died, my mother at 92 and my father at 100. As you can imagine, there are stories, lots of them, to be told over the weeks and months ahead.
For now, for this introductory post, I am focusing on the excitement ahead. Each decade of my life has been better than the previous one, and I am very curious as to what the new one beginning in July will bring. My twenties was the decade of initiation; my thirties the decade of children. I devoted my forties to my career, and my fifties, it seems, have solidified my identity.
Now, what's next? The journey continues. Anticipated thanks to anyone who comes along.