One Last Day…

I believe the Big Boy Upstairs (that would be THE Big Boy, not to be confused with My Big Boy) is chuckling this morning. You see, today is my last 49-year-old day. I mean really, we should be having some bravado here. My goodness, I even named a blog after it. Shouldn’t it be a pretty darn special day?

I had such plans, to do it up right, enjoy every last waking breath of being 49. A parade, music, balloons…at least, a nice lunch out. Had visions of donning a nice outfit, putting on makeup, curling my hair and giving 49 one last hurrah. Instead…

Here I sit in the same sweatpants and t-shirt I slept in, moaning and groaning at every movement of my body.  You see Arthur and I(arthritis that is) have had a little date.  The weather made a major change yesterday and so did my body.  (I’m beginning to be a firm believer in this weather changing theory).  So today, on my last 49 day, I hurt.  Really hurt.  And I’m not moving too fast, getting dressed seems insurmountable.  Everything I do is in slow motion.  No dancing, no parades, maybe not even getting out the front door.  So there goes the ‘One Last Day’ party!  And I think THE Big Boy is shaking his head and laughing…

“Ahhh, Michaela, you see, the joke is on you… 49 is not much different than 50.  Older is older.  It’s all in the attitude.  Some days are great, some aren’t so great.  Find joy in them all.  Count your blessings.  And love your best.”

Thanks for taking the ride with me, and just so you know…and the day after tomorrow, if you ask…I will forever be…49andcounting.


About 49andcounting

Hi! I'm a mom, wife, grammy, sister, friend at that ALMOST 50 age!! (Okay, since I started this a few years ago...well, add a bit to 49andcounting!) How the heck did I get here so fast?!? I love, love, love- my girls, antiques, rural America, history, Jesus, junkin,the lake and my Big Boy...not particularly in that order. It's about time I change this profile a bit. After a year or living in our 5th wheel in beautiful Pennsylvania, My Big Boy and I are back to the Kansas Prairies. And there's just nothing like "Home Sweet Home". Hitting the Big 50 has its own unique, well...let's say...blessings :) So come along, laugh with me...cry with me...praise God with me...and let's do this 49andcounting thing, together!
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