I am not the same

As I try to resume my life, making the best of each day, I come across a new revelation almost daily.

Here I am, nicely in my 60's, and for the first time for as long as I can remember, I am comfortable with myself.  There are no rules in my life anymore.  I am only responsible for me.  I only answer to me.

I recently had a knee injury that required surgery.  Whereas I was accompanied by an offspring to every doctor's appointment, all decisions were mine.... there was no "pillow talk" discussing pros and cons.  There was no planning.  Yes, my kids are entirely supportive, but it was obvious to me that I was in this alone.  I instructed the kids to "pull the plug" should anything go wrong - and they so nicely put my mind at ease telling me that they would fight over who gets to pull the actual plug.
Although humorous and comforting (and this was a non-life-threatening procedure) - it was a smack of reality.  

I am embracing the freedom I have... there are no "wrong" decisions.  I come and go as I please.  I surround myself with the people who make me laugh.  I eat when and what I want - and sometimes, it is potato chips and scotch for dinner!  I have noticed that I've changed the way I dress, as well.  Maybe that was an unconscious decision just so I could see the outward changes in the "new me". 

There is no handbook in life.  We all have different experiences that shape us into the person we eventually become.  The "old me" just does not exist anymore.    I have noticed that no matter how many things change in my life, there are some things that continue to remain constant: my family is important and I must surround myself with optimism and gratitude. 

I am thinking that I have just begun to evolve... again.  "Bring it on.... I'm fearless!"