almost 50 years later…

50 birthday

It seems with this one quickly approaching

I have been in deep thought

about what the big Five-O really stands for.

I mean,

there are a million ideas

floating around

like looking back on 5 decades of being on this earth

and how I can sum up,

in a nutshell,

what I can say about my life.

Oh sure,

I can talk about the hardships,

or how much I would love to be able to go back

and change some things,

but isn’t everything I went through

the reason I am who I am to this very day.

I can’t say that my life has been a bed of roses,

there were times I questioned the events of my life

and thought I would never climb out,

but the astounding part is,

 I did!

All I know is I am so glad

 I didn’t pay much attention

to the numbers through the years,

or this story could have went in

a whole different direction.

aging 15

Laughter and taking everything with a grain of salt

sure has been my saving grace.

Throw in the fact that I have been blessed

with an incredible, supportive and loving  family

who allow me to act my fool self,

or friends who have no problem

admitting they know me in public,

may explain my moments of silliness.

Now that I have re read this,

you people could very well be the reason

I act the way I do.

aging 17

It’s been an interesting journey,

and as I look back,

I am amazed at how quickly it flew by.

What I have realized the most

is a large portion of my time

was about trying to will the minutes or days

to hurry and be over with

(especially the tough times)

only to understand the true meaning of

“this too shall pass”

Here is how I look at my life now.

I keep the memories alive in my mind

(even the bad ones)

not to dwell or stay in the past

but rather to remind myself,

“Kimmie, you have come a long way kiddo”

My riches didn’t come from money

or a successful career.

They came from the people who have surrounded me,

supported me,

and most of all

accepted me.

I worked for everything I ever had

which is not to say

I had anything close to a hard life,

but through it all

and 50 years later,

I can honestly say…

aging 13

Just to be clear…

I wouldn’t be approaching anything,

if I didn’t have all of YOU!

Let me end this

with what I truly believe

is my destiny.

aging 15

(you really didn’t think I’d end this on a serious note…did you?)

Much love to you all!

 ~God Bless~


changing one word could make all the difference…

In our quest to find the fountain of youth,

I am amazed at the lengths

at which we will continue to search.

It came to me as I attempted what so many of us

mistakenly think is the first step to getting there,

which just happens to be in a box labelled

L’Oreal #60

(for light brown hair)

hair washing shower

So this isn’t me,

but some of you have to admit to having a bit of fun

while you wait for the miracle potion to set.

What is also astounding is how much

we are in search to feel vibrant and unscathed

by what years of being on this earth can do to us.

It is almost like we need some sort of direction

to sink our beliefs into

or at least a sign of some kind that really exists.

fountain of youth

It’s a road some of us are hell-bent and determined

to chase and follow.

From dying our grey haired locks

to slathering ourselves in all the magic lotions and creams

that claim we can look and feel exactly

how we did in our 20’s.

So right about now,

I can almost hear the giggles,

and even envision the eye rolls.

In our wisdom of being on this earth

we know better

yet somehow rely on the fact that

technology and all those scientific minds out there

may one day figure out

that there just could be a way.

Let’s face it…

We want so desperately to believe

but when you stop and think about it,

what exactly do we want?

Is being 20 something again,

and going back really where we want to put ourselves?

I think it’s more about trying not to buck the system.

It’s more about not re-living what has already happened.

Been there done that.

So what is it we are truly in search of?

I think we get to a point

that we finally admit the inevitable

and wake up each and every day

hoping that today is a feel good day.

That the hair dye we chose is the closest colour

to match our wrinkled skin tone.

(otherwise it’s time to call your hairdresser for an emergency intervention)

That the wrinkle remover we paid way too much for

is actually is working

(even though a quick glance in the mirror shows a few new lines since yesterday)

That whatever medications we need to alleviate

our aching muscles kick in

well before we step out into the world and go on with our day.

Which basically means

any attempt to sitting down

or standing up without making any groaning sounds is a very good day!

 (if you haven’t noticed this before, you will now)

Here’s the thing.

We have all been in the pursuit of the fountain of youth.

It’s been a myth passed on through the ages

and yet we haven’t given up on it.

(of course technology is giving us a leg up on getting closer to any answers)

and God only knows how hard we keep looking.

fountain of youth 1

  The reality of it all

is there has never been any proof

that the fountain of youth has ever existed.

As much as we all want to defy the aging process,

or believe that someday this could be possible,

there is no such thing.

 However maybe it’s time we change its name

and give it a more realistic meaning

that isn’t about what it is not,

but rather what it really should have been all along.


After all,

we can’t live longer

but we can always live better!

Make it a great day everybody!

~God bless~