Real life after 50

Keeping it real. No editing. Just the real life of a 50 something year old. All the bumps. All the mess-ups. All the regrets. Of course, life isn’t always bad and full of hurt and pain. In fact, life can be a beautiful jourmey. We’ll talk about all of it; the good, the bad, and the ugly. Mostly, I will talk about my experiences. Just a warning…this will be Unfiltered and unedited because honestly, I don’t know how to use filters!

As a 50 something year old, I am beyond tired of hearing how I should be perfect and so together by now. According to social media, I should be set for life. Smooth sailing. I’m way too old to not be established financially and set for retirement. I should have enough money set aside in case of emergencies. Ha! Not in my world. Unfortunately, life happens and it’s not always rainbows and unicorns. If it is for you, sprinkle some of that magically delicious goodness my way, please and thank you.

This page is going to be my venting outlook, so it may not be set to a pattern or be perfectly layed out, but I’m typing as I would speak to a friend. So, hi friend and welcome to my craziness. I may jump from one topic to another. I may start a story and not finish it. Why? I’m imperfect and sometimes make no sense. My brain is on overload. Imagine having 226 tabs open on your phone. That’s my brain! That’s me! I am an overthinker and always have new ideas popping up in my head. This page may be funny at times, but at others, be sad. I may make you laugh or I might make you cry. ou may think we are a lot alike, or you may decide that I am a complete fuck-up. Either way, I am just me, unedited. Unfiltered. I will talk about family, love, friends, enemies, jobs, getting older and my cats. Yes, I am a crazy cat lady, but we’ll talk about them later. The one thing I will not discuss is politics. I just won’t.

Heck, I don’t even know if anyone will read this or if it will travel beyond my computer, but if it does, I hope it makes you smile.I hope you stop by again and join me on this little rollercoaster we call life.Until we cross paths again, I wish you well, my friend.

Warmly,

Gretchen