It's not all it's cracked up to be

Tuesday, August 4, 2015/Categories: Entries


I am 50 years old - I have been 50 for several months now. I have always thought that I would mature as I got older. I figured at some point I would stop listening to really loud music, I would stop swearing, I would stop drinking, I would slow down and smell the roses and maybe do some needlepoint.

It all became painfully aware to me yesterday that maturity is not going to happen for me. I am not unhappy about this. I am going to revel in the fact that I am totally immature a lot of the time. Case in point:  yesterday as I was making my hour long trek to Hoopeston I was thinking about maturity. I own several companies, I am by most measures I guess successful - although I don't know exactly what that means……..I'm self sufficient and I'm happy and in my book that makes me successful. I have everything I need. Yet I never quit reaching for the stars. I never cease to think that maybe one day I will wake up and my wizarding abilities will finally take hold. I might wake up one day and be a princess. Just in case that happens - during said drive to Hoopeston - Let It Snow came on and I sang the whole song at the top of my lungs. Ice princess seems a fitting possibility for me!

Tonight I got to see one of my cousins. We talked about a trip to  The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Florida -- I think that she thinks a lot like I do. Just suffice it to say that she and I feel sorry for your hopeless muggles. If you have no idea what I am talking about you may be too mature.

So for all of you waiting to grow up and pretending to be mature - quit it. Or go on with your boring mature life. I will be mature enough to conduct business, and take care of the people I have a responsibility to but I will also continue to crank up the volume, sing at the top of my lungs, dance, practice spells and laugh at penis and fart jokes. If you really take yourself so seriously that you never do any of this stuff maybe you need a swift kick in the ass! I do not intend to sit by quietly and wait for my life to end. I will slide into the grave head first yelling holy fucking shit - what a ride!


The Gym Bytch

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