Please, please, please....

Break up with me.

I have loved you in many places;

In Malibu, our feet covered in sand and salt. Cozy with blankets and scarves wrapped close, drinking glasses of buttery wine as amber and lavender sunsets splash the sky.

In the golden light and arid landscape of Joshua Tree, dotted with Rosemary and Cactus that heals despite your resistance.

In the fog and grit of San Francisco’s fading beauty with all the watershed moments that happened there.

And in our hikes after rain and the smell of Eucalyptus and earth that you can’t get anywhere else in the world.

You are my heart.

But….

California????

WTF?

Something happened last night so dark and so disturbing that it has changed me forever!

Forever!

That’s right fifth largest GDP in the world, I found out today from some HORRIBLE woman on TV that in a mere thirty months from now, give or take a day, I will be eligible for…..

Medicare.

Part A.

Part B.

And maybe even the most Mofo of all; Part C.

Don’t get me wrong! I love you tons and tons and the last twenty years of my life have been completely dedicated to you and your distracting beauty, but at sixty two with perhaps more summers in my back pocket than what lays ahead, I think I might need to fly.

And if you don’t mind, may I ask you a personal question?

Can a SINGLE woman of a certain age and MEDICARE ADJACENT just pack it all up and go? A life reset if you will, with new hopes, new dreams but a full medical plan when she gets home?

You are a very Maverick state, so I value your opinion, but for what’s it’s worth, I think you need to break up with me. And I’ll tell you why.

If I am not brave now, then when? When I go to apply for my hearing aids? Nothing scares me more than going on a great big fat adventure and if I am able, I think I should do it now. And it is one hundred per cent age related.

“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now. The conditions are always impossible.

Doris Lessing

I interview women from around the globe everyday for my podcast Senior Bitches and they teach a masterclass in all the different iterations around aging. Some acknowledge and love the number; some don’t. Some fight it every step of the way; some acquiesce with ease. And some just generally don’t give a flying fuck and leverage it beautifully to feel empowered and most elementally…

Free.

So my dear, dear 31st state of the Union you and me are going to have a little break for awhile. Imma going to do a little roam and also maybe a little Rome too. I can’t promise I won’t meet someone new. It might even be me. Yup, all twenty two thousand, eight hundred and ten days of ME.

Plus there is a wide, wide world out there so what the hell am I waiting for anyway?

Medicare Part D?

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