So at 50+ years of age, here I am no longer a bleached blonde and firmly at ease with my "fiftiness", fitness, family and faith. The silly crap of insecurities is largely gone or, even better, squared off and well....eh...who cares. We should have some insecurities with which we live. Does my rear look big in these jeans? Did I say the right thing there? Whatever. I have become so much more forgiving of myself. People do not curl up and die because I have said something to them that was remotely rude or insensitive. Nor will they truly value me by how my clothes fit my bum. Oh the revelation that I am the worst critic of myself! There are those that post pics of their "rich hubby" (and label it so!), or the price of everything they own, or the size of a house or (horrors!) an RV, to represent their worth...these quietly desperate phrases keep me grounded and more determined to "represent" my authentic self. So, from this brown haired girl....until next time...