It struck me recently I'm entering my 8th decade of life. Oofdah when the hell did that happen? I'm 70 years old. Most days I don't feel old, but there it is in black and white. 70!
Life has taught me many things and hopefully I am still learning and working to be more accepting of new pains and difficult people. While I've spent a life-time trying very hard, I now understand I can't change the world. I can, however, change the way I react and do what I can to remain happy and healthy during the time I have left in the world.
One of the things that makes me happy is growing my hair. Let me explain. When I worked on television anchor hair was short and neat. For years that's how I wore my hair. After I retired I decided to grow hair long enough to braid as a link to my Swedish American roots. Here's the latest update on that. My braid is almost in reach!
My plan is to use this blog as a senior diary. Not sure if my musings will be of any interest to anyone.... but everyone has the option to log off this page.
Until next time be well.
Social activist, retired journalist, wife, mom and nana. Swedish American. Speaks Minnesotan fluently.