Reading a woman’s rag mag is quite an eye-opener and being a woman I thought I had the whole woman thing figured out. Come to find out I know squat about being a real woman. I discovered I was so far out of the loop that I almost wasn’t a woman.
Here’s a list of the finer points of being a woman that educated me.
Women over forty ARE SEXY! Who knew? And dammit, all this time I’d been thinking wrinkles, creases, saggage and stubbornness were turn-offs. Come to find out a lot of men are excited by a woman that has some life experience and isn’t afraid to show her true self. In fact, it seems to take the pressure off of them to not be so concerned about how they look.
Alpha women are the new alpha male. An independent woman who can take care of herself, is assertive, aggressive and opinionated seems to be a much sought after trait. And it only took fifty shades of grey to proof it.
That a woman’s body is her temple…she just needs to know how to accessorize it properly.
with a sheet
and of course…a pair of wings.
Make-up is now done in a way that it needs to look like we’re not even wearing make-up…despite the layers we put on to make it look that way.
Exercise is still one of the healthiest ways to stay young. Just stay away from gyms where young people go.
But if forty is considered sexy, damn what the hell is sixty gonna be? So friggin’ excited! I’m gonna rock my independence by wearing what I feel like…
throw away my make-up and dance the night away…
Yeh…it’s gonna be good.
I’ve waited and waited for you to see me
See that I’m worth it
That I have so much to give
So much to offer
But you don’t want it
Don’t need it
You’d rather be alone
Rather be on your own
Don’t want to trust anyone
Don’t want to give your heart
Afraid to give up your independence
In order to share your life with another
I can’t keep trying to convince you
That I don’t want to hurt you
That I don’t want to change you
That I don’t want to own you
What’s the alternative?
Alone, distrustful, bitter, angry
You could have so much more
If you’d only open the door
And let your heart walk thru
To the open arms on the other side
And let them wrap around you
Let you see that love is nothing to be afraid of
In the end it really is all you need
The perspective has changed.
What once seemed so wrong now seems absolutely right.
Guilt and the worry of what others might think
Now gets tossed out like a bag of dog shit
Because it is shit.
Why worry about how you might shake up someone else’s
Sense of normal or what they feel is wrong or right.
Your life is your own…you were meant to live it.
Not twist your head in circles to see who might be watching
If you’re going to look, search for the person who is nodding his head
And wearing a big ass grin.
Because he’s the one who knows exactly who you are and loves you for it.
The landscape was littered with colors of blue, green and yellow.
The latest casualty caused by a fourteen year old fellow.
The run was fast, the ground solid and packed.
He set off at a speed too quick to catch.
He hit the jump, flying several feet in the air.
It knocked the wind out of him as his mother said a prayer.
He stood triumphantly, his arms flung high in victory.
The blue plastic sled though, was now history.
We looked at the others sadly left on the hill.
Used and abused, then abandoned after having lost their thrill.
The boy tossed his sled beside the others.
His sister shrugged, “Oh well, we’ll just get another.”
Not a tear was shed at this white covered graveside.
Because after all, they’re sleds and really, there’s no need to cry.