Sunday night musings

I am working on not being depressed at reaching a milestone in the boulevard of accumulated birthday years. I know the alternative of not having birthdays is not pleasant, nor is it a current ambition. However, I find it disconcerting that without mega bucks of Hollywood fame, or the security of wealth behind me, there is little I can do to change the general perception people have of aging Americans. I grew up in the generation that spawned the infamous quote of

“ Never Trust Anyone Over Thirty”

Yes, I am shallow enough to believe the public hype that if I got a face lift, belly tuck and changed the shape of my protruding nose, that people would look at me less like a person coming over the hill at 55, and more like someone who can be accepted as a contributing part of the world. Now what, you might ask, has brought me to this absurd conclusion? I am a talented artist, a fine illustrator and have a good eye for photo manipulation. I spent the last couple years helping a friend get a new publication off the ground. What did I get for my long hours and hard work?

( Yes, art work IS hard work )

Not much, barely enough money to pay my gas there and back home again. In the end I decided I couldn't live in my friends world. It took too much out of me. Now that I have decided donated work for a charity is not always good for you, I have been job hunting again.

HA. I laugh

Of the many job interviews I have gone on, I can’t tell you how sick I am of the phrase…

"We are looking for someone right out of college"…

Gee, couldn't you tell in my first interview I passed college days sometime back in my past???

Stranger yet to think that one of my best friend is 20 years young and not out of college yet. I don’t feel older than her on the inside.

Yes, I am feeling my age so much I have taken all the blond out of my shoulder length hair and have let the gray begin to show. Sympathy gray I am calling it now….