Old age? Never!

The prompt for today's post asks how I feel about growing old...

Hmmm... I'm 55 

Some days, with my sore joints I feel every one of those years, and a few more.

But, most of the time I forget

I am simply not aware of how old I am, or how old I feel

I just love my life!

I guess there was a time when I could not have said that

A time when life felt difficult and stressful,

every day was heavy and long

and I was not able to say I was content.

Now?

Now things are difficult

I look at my sons and feel pride welling in all they have achieved 

and the lovely young men they've grown into

I look at the man I love, and feel the joy and reassurance of knowing I'm loved in return. 

I look at my job, and it makes me happy. I am fulfilled and content,

 I have days and weeks that are challenging, richly varied, or incredibly busy.

The list of tasks never seems to be finished,

and yet, in all of that I am convinced I am where I need to be, 

where God wants me, and that's more than enough!

I am so busy, being happy, content, busy, challenged, noisy, quiet, hopeful and loved 

I don't have time to think about how old I am!

On a more practical note... 

I love colour...

And, for as long as I can get away with it...

My hair colour comes out a bottle! 

This is fake Christmas, celebrated November 1st when #2 son and his darling girl were home from Canada