Feeling all the Ages

Nothing made me "Ok, Boomer" myself more than yesterday. I am a proud Generation X'er and while I know I'm getting up there, I. Am. Not. A. Boomer! I refuse to accept the fact that I had a hard time figuring out all the social media stuff. The editing, the scheduling, what looks good, there's so much and I don't get all of it. It sent me back to 12 year old me and the "news" recordings I used to make on my tape recorder.

Good times here, folks!

I was better at it back then. I rattled on an on through those tapes, no editing needed. I was confident, full of ideas, and definitely knew what I was doing. That confidence is hard to find now. Is that youth or is it the conditioning we grow up with? That brings me to my title of Feeling all the Ages.

I am doubling down on promoting my business because I'm not sure I want a "real" job. I'm tired of adulting and being responsible. I'm too old for all that stuff now that I'm retired, right? I did the research on everything social media, found out what I needed to do to grow a presence, and made a spreadsheet. Yep, not quite old enough to retire.

So, I headed outside yesterday to get some content for my social media. I played in the dirt and picked up some rocks. (Ok, a lot of rocks, it's an issue.)

I promise I have a purpose for all of these.

I had fun. I got dirt in my shoes, I slid down a hill on my butt (not on purpose), and the water was brown when I showered that afternoon. I was a tomboy growing up and no pile of dirt was off limits to me. There was more than one time I was asked to take my clothes off in the garage before I went in the house when I was a kid. And I was a kid again, walking through the Glade yesterday. I was confident and I found my joy. I found my spot and did some Reiki on myself. I was glowing not only from sunscreen and sweat but from happiness. I had some good videos and pictures for social media and was finally grounded after a rough weekend. I was ready to tackle the business that is social media.

I found a different kind of joy in the evening when I saw that I received my first retirement check. I worked 25 long years for that "free" money. It was joyous and I was old all over again. I was little less confident that I didn't need a real job. When I decided to go to bed, I had a hard time getting off the couch. I was stiff and sore. My joints cracked and my two senior cats looked at me with that all knowing look. I giggled at them, and me, and asked them "I wonder how old we will be tomorrow?"

This morning I feel pretty good. I slept well and don't have anything pressing on my agenda today. I had a hilarious text exchange with my friend Laura about my new raccoon family and I refilled the hummingbird feeders. I'm not dressed yet and debating whether or not to reschedule my Walmart pick up so I can stay in my PJs all day. All I need is a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and Bugs Bunny cartoons and I am young and confident today.

Y'all! No lie..... the smoke alarm just started it's little chirp that the batteries are dead! I guess I'll go get dressed, go get batteries, and be old today instead. Dammit!

Joy and Confidence