Cynthia Harrison

I hadn’t thought about archiving my posts on my home blog. I need to though. Another blog I contributed to closed suddenly and I lost all my content. Still kicking myself about that.

Ah the changes of the post-50 body. What I notice most is softness. Softer belly, yes. But also a softer view of life. A softening towards myself and
sky high expectations. Maybe it’s this winter’s ever-present snow rounding all the sharp corners of my surroundings. Or maybe it’s just that, having passed the half century mark, I realize that softness has a place in life, too. I never achieved those sculpted abs anyway. Would they have made such a difference in my life? Hard surfaces are less accepting — of experiences, of others, of one’s self. So here’s to a bit of softness in life — whether in body, mood, or applesauce.