tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965601305215793834.post6473554946689918019..comments2021-09-13T06:32:20.612-07:00Comments on The Chickadee Tweet: Getting Old is a BitchMisty Pratthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04107274364128577601noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965601305215793834.post-73541364441358656142011-11-20T04:44:02.539-08:002011-11-20T04:44:02.539-08:00I'm with Julie! I am trying very hard to live...I'm with Julie! I am trying very hard to live in the present, and to find the good and light in every day. Although, I admit if I could keep the knowledge and experience from 41, and get my 17 year old body and metabolism back it would be the perfect combination :)Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06450443439870553260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965601305215793834.post-9093176740604608052011-11-18T03:01:27.107-08:002011-11-18T03:01:27.107-08:00I've adamantly decided to make my 40s my best ...I've adamantly decided to make my 40s my best years. That would mean that this right here - 41 - is my favourite age to date. I always heard that as we age as women we become more confidant and worry less about what people think. I find I still care far too deeply about whether I"m doing the 'right' thing and attributed this to worrying far too much what OTHERS NEED instead of my own needs. Thing is - how can you be a parent (or farmer) and not care for what other things need? Impossible! So I think the trick is to hold your elbows out - way out - like this, see? - and carve out time to notice who you are, what you need, what you like, what would help stop wanting to throw dinosaurs across the room, for example :) I haven't found it yet. But my forties are going to be my favourite. I refuse to have it any other way.Julie Wallbridge (feminist farmer's wife)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07470432081002846531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4965601305215793834.post-18957520551682399202011-11-16T17:32:16.058-08:002011-11-16T17:32:16.058-08:00I must say my favorite age was 21, I had an apartm...I must say my favorite age was 21, I had an apartment that I was proud of. Owned everything in it, had a 500$ limit credit card. Worked full time waitressing, lived off my tips. Partied on the weekend (my days off were Sunday and Monday) I had everything I thought I wanted. I was care free. I loved it. Then a year later I watched two best friends (they were younger than me) go off to college while my feet ached after a buzy day of slinging grease. All I remember thinking was "What am i gonna do when I'm 40 or 65?" Six months or so later I moved to Ottawa and started college, had a baby, got a government job in my field, got married, bought a house, had another baby, quit my job, started taking care of other peoples babies. Am I any wiser for all that? Maybe. When you can dance to Mary had a little lamb instead of the latest from (insert hip hop singer) and really enjoy it yeah maybe I am wiser for seeing the simpler things that bring joy to a child and myself. Where do I see myself at 40 or 65? possibly working in some sort of health care related field (PSW) but for now I'll stick with partying like I'm four years old.....<br /><br />Sorry it's so long <br />ShellyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com