What I have learned in my pre-menopausal years is moderation, moderation, everything in moderation. Of course, some things should not be done at all. For example eating a half a gallon of ice cream in one feeding, or lusting after the 22 year-old cable guy, but that’s a whole other article.

Recently I went to my family reunion and after eating just a tad too much, I decided to join the youngsters in jumping rope, single and double-dutch. I jumped like I was 14, okay 18 again. My youngest sister Detra was in awe and I loved it. Unfortunately, my ankles are still recuperating from that blast from the past. Oh well, there will be no stilettos for me for a while.

I did mention earlier a beau and 2 grown daughters. Well, yes, I am also a statistic. A single/divorced, Black

While experiencing forty something I have noticed the, oh so subtle formation of jowls, dimples above my knees and the heart breaking loss of my 20/20 vision, which recently prompted me to see an eye doctor. Several return visits for testing have now rendered me a possible glaucoma victim. This is getting depressing, so before I change my mind, let me reiterate.

Yes, life is good, even at forty something, forty-four to be exact.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am a new writer and I enjoy writing, somewhat humorously about many issues, most often women's issues. I think we need to take ourselves less seriously sometimes and embrace who we are and where we are now.