Rantings of a Grumpy Old Woman

" All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am" I've talked about age a few times on here, as its obviously something that had weighed on my mind in recent years. I was having a difficult time in life, coming to terms with the fact that I'm getting older. However, there is no denying that it's happening. It's going to happen to everyone. Circle of life.... your time will come. I have lines around my eyes....because I smiled and laughed a lot. I have my "what the fuck" lines between my eyes, because of people like you, gentle reader. The ones that make me stop and think "what the hell is the matter with you". I have lines around my mouth because I never stop talking, and I had a disgusting habit of smoking for 20 plus years. My hair is graying around the edges, letting everyone around me know that I'm getting on in my years. My skin is startin...

I probably should take it as flattery. I never really fancied myself as super interesting. I sporadically fill up these pages with my random thoughts and never think twice about it. I think so little about it in fact, that it's been over two years since I've posted anything. It's a weird feeling knowing that someone may actively seek out information about you and this is what they get. These odd, not to mention old, ramblings are not a genuine reflection of the person I am. It's disheartening to know that someone has made broad and sweeping assumptions about your history, past, and marriage based off of one heartfelt post that you made years prior. 🤷🏻‍♀️