So today as I think about my life, I am reminded that I am so blessed to have the ability to write about it, let alone live it!

Yep, I remember when I was a little girl thinking that middle age was when you turned 50, yikes! Heck I even thought that when I was in my 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s. So funny to me now.

Oh the joy of growing older.

I believe there is a sense of joy, peace and true appreciation for life as we age.

All the many stages of my life; daughter, sister, wife, care-giver for someone with Alzheimer, truly brings out the many facets of who I am today, for sure.  I realize that chronological age of course matters but not as much as my health …… physical and mental.

Am I naturally Sunny …… well that’s debatable.

Some see me that way but I am not like many who on any given day may have some sadness or anxiety. It’s mostly a ‘feel sorry for me’ day and I snap out of it pretty quickly. (I do not make light of the struggles of depression which is a major health concern for many people)

I believe my mother was a naturally Sunny person, and it still amazes me that she remained that way her entire life. A stay@home mom in the 1960’s, losing her husband abruptly and suddenly with 3 daughters to raise …… now that is someone to look up to, for sure. Her faith never waned ….. ever.

Of course like many, I try to walk the road of Sunny everyday.

And yes, life has a way of throwing a dead-end or a curve that you just did not see coming.

I believe pain, sorrow and anger will always be with us. I also believe that without grief and despair we would not be able to truly love and appreciate each other or experience life in all its grandeur. It’s how we heal and embrace hope, at least for me it is.

I want to celebrate getting older. Oh sure, my skin has more wrinkles, my hair is turning more and more grey, my eye sight is not what it use to be and yep I think my knees creak even louder, but guess what ……

I feel as if I am becoming a new me. Not a better version, just a new and different me. And I like me!

There is old, old age and young, old age. My outlook and my intentions are what defines me.

I go to the gym now with a completely different attitude. I love seeing the older people there. The landscape is quite different for our morning workout, (we don’t become our best self without effort), this I know.

I try to listen to music everyday. Yep, everyday!

Music is medicine for my soul. It’s sweet savour lingers way past the time the concert stops.

I accept this wonderful universe, the reality of it. I can’t deny the triumph and tragedies of life. Sometimes my faith may get thin, but I know I have hope for the future.

At a very young old age!

Blessings from our home to yours.