I’ve heard it said that life begins at 50. Then, I heard Ms. Oprah Winfrey state that if we thought that life begins at 50, just wait till you get to 60. That’s when real-life begins.
I suppose if one is sickly and frail. If one is unhappy and discontent, it is hardly possible that these statements could be true.
At the age of 40, I began to feel uncomfortable with the “norm”. Uncomfortable with the status quo. Many questions were asked with doubts about the answers. It was at this age that there was planted in my soul the desire to understand my Purpose. Why am I here. There’s got to be more to life than this. Why do I feel so empty?
Questions led to probing. Probing to more questions. Confused, I kept on digging…searching. But, what was I searching for? I had no clue.
Then 50 rolled along. A light bulb went on. All was clear. I’m free. Free to be. Free to become. Free.
I am my own woman. No one to really please.
I am my own woman
Strutting my confident self.
Not caring too much about the naysayers.
I need something new:
● A new career? No, a new way.
● An easy, boss-free way of living
● A new way of dressing. Of styling my hair. Damn that pink, that red lipstick. How about black…or blue. Purple, maybe
I am my own woman. I will be who I will be. I’ve earned that freedom.
Don’t be in no hurry to get there. Fifty will find you when she’s ready. Be ready for it, because, it’ll grab you by the waist and dance with you. Making you dizzy like a teenager in love.
I am my own woman. Enjoy the 50s like no tomorrow. Confidently strutting my stuff. Taking life easy. Prioritizing the important stuff. Knowing when to hold that tongue and when to let it go.
Peace of Mind
Would you agree these are sought-after states? Such i am and loving it so.
I am my own woman
Watch me soar. Glide. Fly high.
Living my best life NOW