50? Really? Just trying to enjoy the last two days of my 40s. What exactly would that mean? Hell, I really don’t know. I have spent the last twenty five years recouping the memories of everything Momma ever taught me. I smile when I have to say anything “ugly” to anyone, I laugh when I start to cry and I still don’t know what the answers are because I really don’t have the time to distinguish the questions from the b.s. of all this world has become.
Simply, I am 49 and 363 days old. I am happily married. I have no children. I work too much. I travel too much. I look for the best in the world and try to find where we, as a society, have gotten lost. I cook for enjoyment and solace. I write to dig into all the thoughts that have molded me into the person I am today even when the day may show more than my past ever held.
I started this blog to show the Southern side of 50…a bit of my (un)cultured Charleston upbringing, a bit of 11 years living in Alabama and a bit of my future mountain side of Jasper, Georgia. It is my chance to share my Momma’s wit and wisdom & my Daddy’s live for today attitude. I survive in a corporate world through mouth watering recipes, great quotes for living, and a love for the wonderful people who have shaped my world and also those who have strengthened my backbone. (I may not have liked the experience, but there is truly a difference in a mistake and a lesson in life. The mistakes you make over and over, the lessons you learn and move on to living, truly living.) Everything is not pretty, nor should it be, but I have learned there is nothing in this life that cannot be helped through faith, love and truly living.
I hope I can inspire you on some days. I hope I make you think. I hope you roll across a recipe and it makes you and others very happy and content. I hope there are things that make your eyes well up and your soul reaches for an answer. I hope you laugh, a real laugh, the reach down in your gut ’til you want to pee laugh…for that Momma would say I was being uncouth.
So, for that, I say “enjoy!” as I will these last 48 hours of my 40s…bruises, biopsies and Bordeaux are only the beginning…