Sexy at Fifty-five

Sexy at fifty-five is feeling your soul come back to life. It’s sexy when I feel the force inside of me starting to stir. I am not sure, but I think I might have certain things figured out. Of course, no one ever has all the answers. It is just nice to have a bit more wisdom, especially now.

I am taking inventory of my con’s and concentrating more of my time and energy towards my pros. I am failing every single day. But isn’t it sexy to roll out of bed every morning and start all over again. Just keep on trying.

I will spend the next year making my way to a future of I-Can-Only-Imagine. What will that look like, my tomorrow? I don’t know, but fifty-five is sexy because I am seizing everything today has to offer. There will be no more wasted time. It’s thinking about tomorrow, but focused on now.

It has not been easy to find sexy in fifty-five. There is the struggle between what I want it to be and what it happens to be. Sexy, perhaps, is knowing when not to fight it. I am learning to find the sexy in random and just rolling with that which I cannot control.

I am only a few weeks into fifty-five; today I finally feel sexy. If that should change tomorrow, I will roll with it and look towards a way to fix it. Keep trying until it feels right and focus on the good. Or in my case, the sexy at fifty-five.