Donna’s Pilgrimage - on the road to beautiful

If there is a disease that’s symptoms are keeping hair products and makeup that is old and 24/25 used, I have it. I just cleaned under my bathroom sink, and the things I found scared me. Besides many, many shampoo and conditioner bottles that have only one fraction of one wash amount left, there was eye shadow from my Mary Kay salespersons days…that was when we lived in Manlius…before Mike was born. He just turned 23. Would I ever think of putting that on my eye lids eventhough the colors are “still me”? Apparently yes, bc I looked at them fondly, put them all together in a cute basket, and kept them. Does makeup ever become a valuable antique that can be kept and later sold for a million dollar profit like baseball cards once could? If I have any sense I will march right up to the bathroom after this post and trash that stash. Check me later…

Yes, it happened, and so quickly. I have been in a bit of a funk about it…doing lots of re-thinking and re-evaluating, and thinking and evaluating. I will certainly be more understanding when my friends hit this age. I will no longer think of 60 as too old, or the end of real life. But there’s that nagging “not much time” thought that hangs in the back asking, “what ya gonna do with what’s left?” There’s not enough money to jet set around the world and party all the time, and I don’t really have the personality for that. I’d truly be miserable without my own beautiful spot in my own garden. Is having more fun a serious enough goal? And, why is there all of a sudden a need for a quiet week on a beach somewhere alone?
Here’s how I’m handling “IT”. I’m simplifying. I’m on a mission to go through each room in my house and keep only what is beautiful or meaningful. It’s amazing what I had saved under my guest bathroom sink! I’m refashioning lots of my clothes to look new and younger…yes, most of those long dresses are now tunic tops…read minis for younger women…for me to wear over jeans or capris. I’m experimenting with new proportions, and it makes me feel adventurous.
I’m devising an exercise regimen that I can stick to…noticing lots of sagging that may be helped by this, but mostly for my frame of mind. I feel better when I exercise regularly. I’m drinking more water…thanks Alicia. And, I’m trying to be easier on myself. It’s not a mistake where I am on this pilgrimage, or where I’m headed, so I need to relax a bit and enjoy the trip. Remind me of that when I start whining, pls.
Alicia and Dan made my birthday so fun. Thanks. I would have moped around at home. I love to be around them. They are so authentic and caring, and I love what they write in cards!
Mike and Sarah brought me a sarong from Greece. There’s no way to put that on and feel anything but exotic, and beachy cool. And, my darling husband got me a helium balloon that I may continually refill and park at different places in the house, that says “Too young to be old!”
So, I’ll more than survive, but it is a new season, and with that comes new choices and new plans. Maybe I’ll even blog more…