Writing this, I am a bit down tonight. I've been trying to figure out little ways to bring in some fun money, side little opportunities to bring in cash for fun that let's us save more. People have suggested the surveys. I had good luck with those one earning a $25 gift card, so thought I would sign on to a couple sites For the third time in a row, I've been passed by for a Focus Point Global study because of my age-too old. Apparently, opinions of the 28-42 year old mom matter, but not this haggard old cow.Then the mirror has been laughing and mocking me and my sun burned skin. I know things are a little saggy and not so firm, but the variation in skin color depending on the depth of burn is making wrinkles that I never thought I had jump off my face, neck, and shoulder area. I'm just feeling old tonight, when a week ago, I was thinking my skin is holding on pretty well for 50 in the lines department.
Granted, the news of Orlando has brought everyone down into sadness. Every death is a loss, though I particularly have visions of the young man texting his mom as his last act, and my heart breaks for them both. DS always texts me as his communication mode first, so that's the face I see. A coworker who was quite recently diagnosed with lung cancer, passed away Thursday evening. I'm still processing that. She's my age, and has a 22 year old son that just graduated college. This should be his happiest moment in life, but instead, he, as the next of kin, has to plan a memorial service. Maybe she's taking care of that other mother's son right now.
I'm trying to read all the blogger's I follow. They cheer me up with each funny story, silly anecdote, and rant about stupidity. I love you guys-keep it coming! I guess this is my first bout of feeling my age; knowing and thinking my life is more than half over. Maybe it's disappointment that I didn't go ahead and book the ridiculously cheap flights to Europe for DH and I for November. I glanced today, and our same Paris flights would be nearly $600 more than if I had booked them last night. My young colleague booked hers to Coppenhagen, bless her soul, but I'm envious that I no longer have the vitality and impulsiveness of youth. We just got back from church, Monday night in the summer because we have so many cabin folks. Our youth pastor, who has become a dear friend to me and DD2, is leaving to join her husband in a new calling.I feel like another child is moving away, and that makes me feel old as hell.
Anyone else that had thought they were aging just fine, suddenly succumb to aging melancholia? Will I get out of it? If you have an answer for me, look me up at Walgreen's. I'll be the one buying wrinkle cream, Geritol, and a new tube of toothpaste. .