Happy Birthday, Vortex!
Also: loved the cat expose.
And the Emmett story.
And the Loki riffing.
ETA: I managed to break my second Kindle fire. . . or possibly it was a lemon. I don't know. Sigh. I have books that I want to read and I need my device to work.
Morgana, tons of health~ma for you.
Happy birthday, Vortex!
Morgana, much kidney~ma to you.
By and large I'm enjoying my 40s. My health isn't too bad. My finances, while not utterly fabulous, are better than they have been. I like my home, my neighbors, some parts of my job. I have things to work toward and a reasonable expectation of achieving some of them. Would I like to have a Chris Evans look-alike rub my feet while I recline on my velvet chaise lounge in my Victorian mansion? Sure. But even without that, life's pretty good.
If not for the whole unemployment interval, the past five years would have been hands-down my best yet.
Thanks for the pointers to the Ferrari info -- I'm pretty sure the model I saw was the California, which is back-ordered to 2014. Wikipedia even has a sound-clip of the engine revving!
My counselor tells me that studies show that the happiest people are single women in their 50s. So, now I'm reaching the best years of my life.
Also here is a story about a woman who makes Derby Hats and races money to help retired thoroughbreds.
ETA: And her website.
You know how you're convinced you're this total dork, and then you go to intense analysis for eleven years, and then you finally start to believe you're not a dork, but then you realize that you're in late middle age, and the best years of your life have completely passed you by?
Right.
Nope. The best years of your life are when you realize that you're pretty cool and decide to go live that way. Unless you're really 110 and aren't sharing your secret for eternal youth (and the appearance thereof), you have a CRAPLOAD of "best years" ahead of you.
I am not exactly an optimist, but the one thing I actually truly believe is that every successive year is a pretty damn good year. My best years are not behind me, and neither are yours. I don't mean that in a rah-rah, blow-sunshine-up-your-ass way. I mean you have some pretty damn good years ahead of you.
My best ass is behind me. Years, on the other hand, are much the same. (I was also born old. I was terrible at being a child/teenager. I have no idea how I am going to support my kids through their teenagerhoods. Thank god they have a dad.)
At 58 I could think that good stuff was behind, but I don't believe it at all. I have to be proactive and fix the physical limitation issues, hence the foot surgery and dieting. My plan is that my 60+ years will be the best years of my life. 30s were career focused, 40s and 50s were family focused. 60+ it is all about mememe. eta: didn't even list before 30 because I didn't even know myself then.
Happy Birthday to Vortex!
Health~ma, Morgana.