Saturday, August 13, 2016

On "A Woman at Age 60"

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote in 'The curious Case of Benjamin Button' that: "...Twenty-five is too worldly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is - oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty. "

Here is another opinion.

I think 60 is the best age - for a woman. It is a very balanced age of libido, calmness, experiences, health and emotional intelligence - for a woman. 

I had my menarche at age 13 and my first kiss at age 14. Yes! girls are stupid to remember that. I lost my virginity to the first man I truly love at age 17, and I have no regret for it. For a brief period, I experimented with drugs, sex, tobacco and binge drinking at the dormI had my own share of heartbreaks, setbacks in relationships, crying spells and a divorce due to physical abuse. I married again to another good man. I raised 3 children like a typical suburban momma!

but as I continued to age, I slowly became a spectator to events of life. I start enjoying my time with myself. 

Though on the way menopause was a big bummer. For a while, I lost myself. I felt useless. Kids were grown and gone. Husband has lost interest in me and was going through his own mid-life crisis. I felt like a useless thrown away tampoon. It took not months but years before the dust settled down. As I recovered, I start enjoying my time with reading, shopping, classes at gym, dinner and a fine glass of wine with friends, book club, playing bridge, taking care of house and my health. Now I keep my all appointments with my doctor and dentist. I still call my relatives and send them cards. But I don't need or expect the same in return.

Don't take me wrong. I still love and value my husband. We travel together and I truly enjoy it. But now I feel I don't need him. Kids may call or may not call. Thanksgivings and Christmas' are just dates on a calender. If they visit I adore their visits and love hugging my grand children. I do enjoy thier pictures on facebook and answer their texts. I still sleep in the same bed as my husband. But I don't need any of them anymore.

At age 60 woman achieve a kind of a grace, a calmness and enjoy a strange drunkenness of her ownself. Very happy and very content. 

I doubt poor men enjoy the same bliss.

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