psst.. are we old enough yet? “Age is not a factor, the use of our time here factors into the life we manifest for ourselves.”
I am officially 7x years young.. I’m not old in my head yet, though; I still feel like I’m on an exciting journey. On some level, I know this should be old, but hell.. I have no clue how I’m supposed to act, and that’s a fact.
Some may think I’m delusional; those my age know exactly what I’m talking about. Well, let me clarify this, I think some accept the moniker and get old, but I cannot. It pisses me off somewhat that I can’t wear high heels anymore, that is just cruel. I’m still on the hunt for a sexy man with a great sense of humour, and wearing heels would just help, I think.
Bidding the 69 moniker goodbye was kinda sad because I gleefully confessed to being that magic number. On the other hand, my dad passed away at that age, so I have officially outlived my dad. I loved my sixties, and it feels like I lived a whole life in that decade.
Starting my sixties with a huge surprise party was the beginning of that new life for me! My god, what was it that made me so brave and fearless? Trying my best to salvage, but in the end, capitulating and ending a forty-year marriage, ate up a couple of those years.
Someone commented to me once that sixty had set them free, and I never forgot that. Realizing that life gets shorter on that side helped as well; it opened my eyes to the possibilities for change. And so began my quest to live a life worth living.
There weren’t any roadmaps for being single again in my sixties. Having to distance myself from friends during the marriage left me without a social network to rely on. My family was always there, waiting for me to return, thank god. Freedom from my turmoil-filled marriage was tempered by loneliness sometimes, but never to the point of wishing the relationship back… ever!
Living in the single lane can sometimes be lonely and boring as hell, but better than the alternative. Experiencing the freedom of living life on my terms and just being able to be myself was empowering and life-affirming. AND I am older and wiser to boot! Well, okay, the wiser part will come soon, right?
The quest for a man continues, you notice I didn’t say perfect? The perfect men are all married off to women who know what they’ve got, and they are living happily ever after. The rejected ones are on all the dating sites I have wandered into. Lord, please save me from the true crazies, and I suffer through the losers. The weird I’ll save for another blog.
My quest for a man was fueled by one who took my breath away soon after my divorce. He was five years my junior, but age is just a number, right? If it weren’t for him, I would probably have no desire to find another. Needless to say, I’m now aware of the pleasures of sexual intimacy and also the feelings of emotional bonding and love. Not bad, eh?
Men aside, my creative juices flowed, and networking and making new friends was manna for my soul. My entrepreneurial skills brought to market two products that were dear to my heart. I have two more in my head, but they will have to wait.
Starting a blog that a trusted friend suggested to me has turned into a passion for writing. I’m not a ‘schooled’ writer of any sort, as you can probably tell. Writing for me unlocks imaginary chains holding back my potential to soar with the eagles, and soar I do, sometimes daily.
The thing is, we all have this potential in us; “age is not a factor, the use of our time here factors into the life we manifest for ourselves.” We are only bound by the imaginary chains in our heads. We will never experience pure, unadulterated joy by ignoring that which holds us back.
I learned all this in my sixties; my only regret is why it took me so long. Sadly, this still puzzles me. A whole new life fueled my senses and energized my soul. What will I learn in my seventies, I wonder? I get scared sometimes, and lonely, and sure I even feel sorry for myself once in a while, I want to wear those heels again dammit!
So I have the lucky number ‘7’ prefixing my age now for the next decade. I’m writing this down and sharing my thoughts with whom, I wonder?
I do know this… letting go of the shit that mires us down, sets our souls free to explore and soar to our full potential.
Copyright June 23, 2025