Getting Rid of the Grays.

Last night I gave in and dyed my gray roots. They were at least 3 inches long. I toyed with the idea of letting the gray grow out- but then I realized I’ll be working with the public more this year and I don’t want to look like one of those crazy dog ladies who spends more money on her dogs then herself. I am one of them- but I don’t want to look like one.

Last year- I joined a gym with every intention of getting there a couple of times a week at least- but first I got frozen shoulder for a couple of months- and then Noodle got lockjaw and my doggie/home/hospital became a full time second job. Honestly, I was lucky to get a walk in on the weekends.

Now it’s all a blur of course. I have sense of being horribly busy but no idea of the actual amount of time I put into feeding and caring for my sick old boy.

I decided today, I am going to un-join the gym. I’d rather spend that time walking outside, or maybe I’ll get a used bike. For the 59.00 a month that I didn’t use I could have bought two really nice bikes by now. It was a good thought- but time to keep moving.

I’ve noticed too, my priorities are shifting- again. I don’t want to do anything I don’t want to do. If that sounds selfish and old ladyish – so be it. Of course, I have to work- that goes without saying. But I choose to work a little different this year. Adding my real estate license to the mix, I will need to make some time to dedicate to sales and marketing myself. Making sure I work smart and don’t burn out will be crucial.

If someone asks me what I do for a living, what should I say? I’m a writer. I’m a real estate agent.  I’m a marketing coordinator. I’m a mom, I’m a cookie baker, I’m a dog mom, I’m an auntie, I’m a friend. What do I do for a living? I think I breathe.

No one can say I pigeon hole myself. I keep trying things- some I stick with- some fall by the wayside. Learning new things is the fun part for me not necessarily putting it into practice.

So we’ll see where this year takes me. What journey will I embark upon that will bring back the same me with more layers?

In 42 days, (yes I am now counting the days) I will turn 60. I keep thinking wow- 60 – that is really getting old. But you only have two choices- get old or die young. I choose get old. I just want to do it my way. Katie’s way.  Some might think- uh-oh that means the hard way. But I think –  it just means different.

By the way- my hair looks good. I went a shade or two darker. Dark blonde, like my natural hair color that I haven’t seen in at least 27 years.

Happy New Year – keep breathing and laughing.