I'm 55. A lot of days, life feels like all the joy's been stomped out of me. Then there are days I forget I'm 55 and for a few moments, a childlike innocence takes over and I'm at the gym playing and laughing, not trying to chisel 100 lbs of fat off my old worn out body.
I like the childlike moments. I like letting go of my need to appear sensible in front of other adults. I don't know these people anyway, so why do I care if they think I'm silly? Maybe they think I'm having a good time. Maybe they think I'm a few fries short of a Happy Meal... I don't know.
But I do know I'm truly tired of letting the worn out woman run the show.