WHAT?

Stuck

We need a heat wave.

We need a heat wave.

By Melissa Flynn

Ok. I’m so tired. I’m achy. My brain is overloaded. And I’m tired.

Why are you supposed to care, you ask? You aren’t. I’m venting, as we women like to do. There was no one around to vent to. So I let my fingers do the talking, as they say. Or is it “fingers do the walking?” I’m not sure, but I think you get my point.

Anyway, I came to the realization that I’m getting older. I saw another gray hair. It was small, but it was there. I’m going to be just like Dionne Warwick and Jamie Lee Curtis; I’m going to gray gracefully.

I feel as if people try halting old age. You can be gray and vibrant just as well as you can have no gray and be vibrant. I just don’t see a purpose in hiding my gray hair.

So when I turn 60, I’m sure that I will be fully gray. If I’m not, feel free to call me on it. I hereby swear to not dye my grays. This doesn’t mean that I won’t get highlights, from time to time.

If anyone is wondering what all this has to do with me ‘moving on,’ I will explain. It’s actually really simple. As I move on, I’ve got all kinds of crazy stuff going through my head. I always find it easier to get it out—write it down. I didn’t say it fixes anything. It just makes it easier.

So as I get old, grow and get ‘gray-er,’ I shall share.

The Blizzard of 2013 has locked me indoors. What better time than this to share? Don’t get me wrong. There are people outside working on clearing a path. But my only current option is to climb out a window and scale the roof. My ailments have ruled that out as a real plan.

So I read, clean, write, clean, email, eat, play with my hair and watch British television. I love hulu.com and Acorn TV.

How can I move on, when I can’t get out? LOL. This is where the sharing thing comes back in. I need to share—to vent. Everyone has their methods. Feel free to try out some of mine, or just test some of your own.

“What works for me may not work for you. But if you keep at it, what works for you will become evident.” A quote from a speech of mine.

I’m not sure why it bothers me to be stuck in the house because of the snow. Most weekends, I’m in working anyway. I guess it’s the idea of my options being limited to indoor activities.

There is a chance that my week could start without me. It’s Sunday, and my Wednesday meeting has already cancelled. Maybe we can be like school. Have make-up days. If I miss everything from Monday to Wednesday, I can make them all up in June.

That sounds great. I will wake up tomorrow and start calling my bill collectors. Got to get them ‘up’ on the new plan.

Wait. Do my bill collectors have to sign off on it before it’s a plan? Naw. It’s my plan. I’m the one moving on.
So everyone out there, make your own plan.

“It’s never too late! Get out [I mean figuratively, not literally, of course, if you live in New England]! Get up! Be productive!” Just something I heard Melissa Flynn say along the way.

Oh wait! That’s me again. 🙂