Ah, 2017! Fresh as a baby animal!
Ah, 2017! Fresh as a baby animal!
There seems to be an annoying trend going around. I don’t know exactly when it started, but this year it’s more obvious than ever. The trend is women celebrating their mothers on Father’s Day because they feel their moms are like both a dad and a mom.
If a single mom does the work of two, more power to her. But taking a special day that’s reserved for dad and making it all about “YOU” is just another screwed up thing that is wrong in this world today.
You see, I don’t have a dad either. My mom was a single mom who worked incredibly hard to take care of me and my younger sister. She had a full time job and a part-time job on weekends for years. The thing is … I celebrated her a month ago … on Mother’s Day.
And today is Father’s Day, a day for all the good dads to have their glory. By saying “a mom who is a dad” on this day takes away from all those amazing men who are doing their job. And what about all the single dads who have custody of their kids and are also “like a mom too”? There are plenty out there!
As someone who doesn’t even have a dad, I still find it highly insulting to all the dads in the world that now have to share their special day with the self-absorbed people who have to make it all about themselves. To declare to the world on Father’s Day that their mom is “like a dad” because their dad is a deadbeat is just ridiculous. Love your mom, of course, but let those who are blessed to have incredible fathers have their time in the sun.
Today is Father’s Day … period. It’s a day to celebrate the male energy … to celebrate all our friends who are dads, uncles, nephews, cousins, and/or father-like figures. It’s about the positive that men bring to the table. The strong traits such as courage, confidence, protection, as well as the tender traits good men have such as sensitivity and compassion.
For one day, let’s get our minds off ourselves and make it about other people. If the day isn’t all about you, the world won’t come to an end if you’re happy for somebody else!
So eat some humble pie, and give the thumbs up to a father you know … he doesn’t have to be YOUR father!
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
There are officially less than 20 summer days left.
How are you spending your final summer days to soak it up? Carnivals, the beach, a new hair-cut, fall-cleaning? For me, all of those!
This morning I did a spiritual cleaning … my beloved spiritual altar. I cleaned all my magical stones, my angel statues, my little Buddhas, my cross bracelet, my mirrored pyramid, etc.
I took all my positive affirmations off the altar and stored them safely away in a pretty container. I smiled to myself to see that all I wished for has happened. ❤ Now the altar is fresh for new positive affirmations! And I am spiritually set for autumn!
What about you? How do you approach a new season?
Today’s most awesome reunion with my high school classmate Pam was phenomenal on multi-levels. As adults, we had a super duper time lunching at New Jersey’s famous Tick Tock Diner. But this meeting goes way beyond a reunion. I had an agenda … to thank Pam, personally, for a favor she did for me back in high school.
Pam was my high school hero. She defended me, standing up to a bunch high school bullies! That was a very brave thing for a young, petite girl to do. At the time I was a deer in headlights. I was grateful, but shocked. I was young and so awkward, I never gave Pam the proper thank-you. Nor did I even give her a smile. I just stared blankly and went about my business. Not that I didn’t appreciate what she did, but perhaps in my young mind I felt undeserving? Why would this cool girl, who was obviously mature beyond her years, defend me?
As the years went on, I often thought back to this genuine act of kindness and that if I ever ran into Pam, I’d give her a big hug and thank her. Back in the 1980s we didn’t have internet. So if you didn’t have someone’s phone number, you had to wait until you ran into them.
In the mid-1990s I ran into one of Pam’s high school boyfriends on a train while commuting to work and I told him, “If you ever see her, tell her I said ‘Hi.'”
Then the internet came, and I looked Pam up several times over the years and then finally found her on Face Book. I hoped she’d remember me as a nice person, not the awkward girl who was too shocked and shy to say “Thank you for defending me.”
Shortly afterwards, she friend-ed me back and we made a date to have lunch! I was ecstatic and counted down the days til I was able to meet my hero!
After 35 years I was finally able to give Pam a great big hug and some flowers! We spent three hours catching up and having a blast!
Mission accomplished! It’s never too late to thank someone for their kindness! ❤
I look forward to seeing my “forever friend” again in the near future!
I love you, Pam! ❤
In 20 days, on August 19, I will be 52. And I must say I’m enjoying my 50s more then I ever imagined I would. So, let me count the ways …
1. You truly are older and wiser. At this age I feel a beautiful peace I’ve not known in my earlier years. Even with weight gain and night sweats, I would never, ever want to go back to my 20s or 30s and be full of that ugly piss and vinegar!
2. Legs! That’s right, legs! Hear me out …
In your 50s, you start to gain a little weight around the middle and may no longer have that flat stomach you once did (even in my 40s, my stomach was flat as a board!) So, you say good-bye to crop tops and bikinis, but then realize how great your legs are! All those years I wore crop tops with long jeans (because crop tops and Daisy Dukes would have been a bit much). But now, I’m all about short shorts and short skirts — as long as I have a long top covering my belly. Why didn’t I appreciate my legs years ago? Because back then my fab abs stole the limelight 🙂
3. Time is truly of the essence. In your 50s, you realize just how short life is so you don’t waste any time doing things you don’t want to do. It’s a lot easier to say “no” and do the things that mean the most to you even if those things are weird to others — like staying home to work on your book during a holiday.
4. You not only embrace your age, but the ages of others too. In your 50s, you appreciate the preciousness of both youth and the elderly like never before. I never thought babies were cute until I reached my 50s. In my 50s, I became friends with a wonderful woman in her 20s (see Ashley in photo below!) In my 50s, I started doing public speaking events at assisted living facilities — and absolutely adore all the seniors I meet. Embrace every age … they’re all important!
5. You can relate to everyone! Being in your 50s is the best place to be because you know what it was like when you were younger and you’re not that far off from being older. So you can truly fit in everywhere and with anyone. My friends ages range from their 20s to their 80s!
6. Pulling the “old” card. In your 50s, it’s so awesome that you can almost get away with murder by using the word “old.” Failed to remember something? “Oh, I FORGOT! I’m getting old!” Not having a good time at a party? “I gotta get going, old age is catching up to me!”
7. The simple things in life. Little things like bird watching can make you so happy.
8. Time flies. If you have an obligation you’re not looking forward to (like, say, Jury Duty or a dental cleaning) it’s over before you know it.
9. Being fearless. At this age, you’ve been through so much in life, there’s not much left to be afraid of.
10. You made it! I’ll never forget all my milestone birthdays. Most people call the milestones: 20, 30, 40, 50. I call them differently: 21, 27, 36, and 42. Sid Vicious died at 21, so I was happy I passed him. And oh, dear, the 27 club — Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison … for that very reason the number “27” scared me and I could wait to be 28. Poor Marilyn Monroe lost her life at the age of 36 … I got past that one too. And then good ‘ol Elvis Presley who died at the age of 42 … I sighed with relief when I got past that one. Little me had lived longer than the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll did! Now that I’ve reached 50, I realize it’s silly worrying about milestone ages. Plus at this age, you really do lose track. I’ll be 52 next month, but for the past six months I’ve told people I am 52 already! I’m not wishing my life away, I simply forgot how old I am 🙂
Maryanne Christiano-Mistretta is the author of “On the Guest List: Adventures of a Music Journalist” available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/162903908X
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I’ll never forget when I first realized how delusional younger people were. I was in my early 40s and still working for “the man” in a newsroom. The younger generation — girls in their 20s — seemed so much more childish then I was at their age. They squealed like pigs over silly things, talked too loud on their cell phones and couldn’t take criticism. And it was “okay” because they were “so young.”
Now this trend of being coddled, not taking responsibility and being downright selfish is carrying over to the 30s and even 40s! Where did this immature mindset come from?
When I was a kid, 21 was considered “old.” There was a saying, back then, “Never trust anyone over 30.” A three year generation gap between age 16 and 19 was huge! At 16 I was sneaking into bars with a fake ID. By 19, I was in bed by 8 p.m., working a full time job and going to night school. By 22 I had my first apartment.
I’m now 51. I could take it as a compliment when people say I don’t look it or act it. But is it really a compliment? Three people in the past week told me I could pass for someone in my 30s. But I don’t want to. Most young people today have a scary, sad way about them. Now I’m not speaking of ALL young people. I have some very lovely friends and nieces in their 20s and 30s that absolutely rock. But I do speak of the majority.
I’ve been age-shamed more than once by younger women and I pity them for their attitude. Fearing age and insulting other people because they are older then you is a pathetic existence. Your only other alternative is death. Though with such negative attitudes, I can guarantee 90 percent of these women won’t look as good as I do when they reach my age because negativity goes straight to the bone. And sooner or later truth shows up all over your face. Believe it!
There’s a song by The Stooges called “Your Pretty Face is Going Straight to Hell” and that’s exactly what I’m thinking when pretty young women are nasty and condescending to others. I’ve witnessed it firsthand and karma is a bitch — an unforgiving on at that. I used to work with an extremely gorgeous young woman. We were both in our 30s at the time. At first we were friends, then she showed her true colors. She bitched at me because I drank too much. She said, “I’m vain and drinking ages you. We CAN’T go out drinking all the time like this.” She complained about everything and was a control freak. I told her she was a “nit picker” but that was an understatement. Truth be told, she was disgusting. So much so I couldn’t stand to be in her company anymore. The prettiest girl I ever saw in my life turned ugly right before my eyes. I ran into her in later years. She was still bitter and now old before her time.
Another young person I used to work with, a male, used to harass me every day, whispering and making fun of me and turning young women against me (and the ding dongs went along with him! DUH!) It got to the point where I was absolutely uncomfortable going to work. I asked an older male co-worker, “What the fuck did I ever do to HIM?”
He replied, “You turned forty.”
Interesting, soon following, that guy had a string of bad karma. A tree branch fell on the roof of his car, his wife got into a bus accident and I heard through the grapevine that he wasn’t the good writer everyone thought he was — his “facts” were incorrect and he had pissed off many locals.
I recently saw his picture on Face Book. The dude looks older than me! Now he was never much to look at to begin with, but when I saw how fast he aged, I had to laugh. Payback is a bitch! Because like I said, if you’re ugly inside, it catches up with you. I guess you can also say, God watches.
Aside from what a person looks like, some say you’re as old as you feel. I’m proud to say I do feel my age — 51 (and a half!) Honestly I wouldn’t want to “feel” 30 again. Think back to how it was in your 20s and 30s — full of piss and vinegar. But in your 40s and 50s you develop a beautiful sense of peace. You know how to relax. You don’t always have to be right. You let things go. You’re not antsy to get out. You like to go to bed early and snuggle. It’s a BEAUTIFUL place to be! (And I never threw a shoe in my 40s or 50s).
And what is the alternative to growing old? Dying young? Sadly half these 20 and 30-somethings are dead already. Their negative attitude tells me so. There’s an old saying, “Youth is wasted on young.” Well it’s wasted on the not-so-young 20 and 30-somethings too!
I pity these people.
I’ve been an old soul since the age of 12, wishing to be 18. And once I got there, I embraced every step of the game. And I have diaries to prove it.
I choose life!
Who’s car is this? I don’t know, but I like it! 🙂
Don’t you just love how the holidays slow everything down? Even as a self-employed person who loves what she does, it’s great to have three days to just relax and do what I want. I actually decided to extend the weekend a little bit more and hold off working until maybe noon, making calls to promote my lecture series. And tonight I’ll be meeting with an Elvis impersonator who might be part of my “Learn and Listen” series.
Anyway, the meaning of Easter is extremely important to me, so I attend service on both Good Friday and on Easter Sunday. It’s a time to reflect on rebirth, faith and miracles. I actually see them every day!
I was happy to spend some time this weekend with friends and family. It’s also been tradition that most Easter Sundays my husband and I enjoy dining at Park & Orchard: http://www.parkandorchard.com/
Then you have all the cool Bible movies to watch. One of my favorites is Cecil B. DeMille’s “The Ten Commandments.” Now, there is the one from the 1930s, but I love the one with Charlton Heston. It’s just so epic — the costumes, the special effects, the dramatics and all the stars — back in the day when Hollywood was mysterious!
Today we’re having another gorgeous spring day in New Jersey and I’m always happy to stop in The Squirrel and The Bee (http://www.squirrelandthebee.com/) — a grainless, gluten free, dairy free bake shop. In one of my lectures, “Lose Weight with Paleo” I spread the good word about this awesome place! My next lecture on paleo will be at the Washington Township Library in Long Valley on Wednesday, April 8, 2015. For more information on my lectures available for libraries, senior groups, rotary clubs, etc., visit my site: www.peartreeenterprises.com
And on a final note, while many people stick to their own beliefs and that’s that, I embrace hearing about other religions. Two young Jehovah Witnesses just knocked on my door. Instead of ignoring, I always talk to them and take the literature. I share that I read the Bible too. Over the years I always enjoyed reading the Watchtower magazine they give out for free. Free and positive — you can’t beat that!
This particular issue of Watchtower has an article about using digital technology wisely. Several weeks ago I got rid of my Face Book account. One of the reasons was I felt it wasn’t helping me grow spiritually. I was getting angry about things people complained about — and all I had to read in order to keep up with everyone I friended. I learned the hard way that unfriending people is insulting to them. So for me, it was best to just deactivate my account, as it was a lot less pressure for me. Since then I’ve connected with people more in “real time” emails, lunch dates, phone calls. This is what mattered more to me, that one on one connection. My husband said since I left Face Book I’ve been a lot more creative. And blog followers may notice I’m blogging more.
So life is just so amazing and no longer at a standstill because of extreme cold weather. It feels to good to work in my home office barefoot, without socks and slippers!