I have always been one of those people that viewed the glass as half full but lately my vision has blurred. It's becoming more difficult to look at things in a positive manner. Every time I turn on the news something horrendous has occurred. And I can't handle another one of those abandoned and abused animal commercials with their big sad pleading eyes. I just want to bring them ALL home. Oh No! See what I mean?
I'm beginning to struggle to see the good in things and I'm usually allergic to negativity. Laughter is my drug of choice but lately I'm having difficulty getting my fix.
2012 is going to be a really big year. Some say the World is ending. It very well may be...when I think of all the happenings coming up in the near future, if we even have one, I'm not sure if I should roll with it or FREAK OUT! Here's what lies ahead in my future.
February 5th...I turn 50, yes, 50, a half century old.
Two weeks later I celebrate my 30th anniversary with my best friend and first husband.
In June...my one and only child graduates college, and speaks of moving 2000 miles away to New York City.
In August...my baby girl, turns 21. There are plans of a celebration in Vegas and talk of commemorative tattoos..."tiny and tasteful, a scripture verse" she says. I should get one too, a tiny, tasteful tattoo. Oh my! What am I thinking?
My hair is thinner, but my waistline is full.
My butt is bigger, but my bank account is not.
My eyesight is failing but still good enough to see my that my brows and eyelashes are nearly extinct.
My temples are turning grey more quickly looking less like "highlights" and more like Cruella DeVille. I have to color my hair more often.
My boobs are too big, a curse or a blessing? I'm not sure. It's a matter of perspective. Bras are too small. Apparently they don't make them in my size, as well as jeans that come up higher than a string bikini with legs long enough to touch the top of my shoes.
For the first time ever "Cramps" visit monthly but "Aunt Flo" has never left, "She could be with you for another five years," my doctor tells me. "Oh JOY!"
I'm pondering my future, if I have one. When I look at my water glass it sits half full, but my wine glass is half empty. I'm beginning to sound like Kathie Lee and Hoda of the Today Show. So what do you think? Should I freak out? Is it the end of the WORLD?
Just in case...will you buy my book A SACRED PLACE, Memoirs of a Female Hunter, so I can go out happy with a feeling of accomplishment?
A Sacred Place, Memoirs of a Female Hunter
Sherrie Gant is a writer, photographer, and