Soon I’ll be 60 years old
4 marriages, one at 17, one for a green card, one for a baby and one mistake.
2 children conceived, one lived to 23, the other one didn’t make it out of the womb.
20 plus jobs, a few boyfriends, lots of shopping, lots of mistakes, no regrets.
Bossy, bolshy, feisty, got most of that from my Mum.
Mum died when I was 50, son died when I was 55 and dad died the same year. I’ve got a brother but we don’t ever speak.
A lot of friends lost and found along the way, some have endured some have fallen by the wayside.
Always seeking, searching, yearning, quite brave really I suppose. Frosty on the outside, mushy on the inside.
Haven’t yet met a man that can love the whole of me with all my flaws, faults and strops.
Found peace in Cornwall with a little dog and reinventing myself as a student journalist at 58, that rocks!
Not many people will spend their 60th birthday in the Sahara Desert climbing a sand dune and remembering a lost soul, while searching for a bright tomorrow.
I don’t have a lot of children to warm me and the world can be cold, but that’s OK.
A new chapter awaits.
Blog post inspired by 7 years – Lukas Graham
Once I was seven years old my mama told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old
Once I was 20 years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was 20 years old
Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me