I always thought I had to write a blog for others: to be inspiring, get a following, and maybe make some money.

But I don’t.

I have a friend who is a prolific FB poster. I mean, she posts everything she does on a typical weekend. I thoroughly enjoy reading what she’s written, but oh good Lord the time it must take! I once asked her where she found the time and she told me, “It’s not so much to share with people as it is a journal for me so I can remember what I did.”

So I have had this URL for ten *10* years (as well as a few others that I have let go), always meaning to dazzle, inspire, amaze. But my life is – well – normal, ordinary and maybe a little boring, so I never post anything.

But hearing how it can be for just me has me writing again.

I am 64 years old. I have a husband of 31 years, three grown sons and a dog. I live in Minnesota in a house that still belongs to the bank (but we are getting there). I am overweight and need to lose 50 pounds. I am active but eat (and drink) a lot. What can I say. I work in communications

I enjoy traveling, baseball (go Twins!), golf, reading, cross-country skiing and alone time (introvert here).

I am facing the reality that I am aging. SURPRISE! Well, maybe not to anyone else, but for sure to me. It’s gradual but it is there. Things I could do two years ago are now more difficult.

For example, yesterday, we took a 4-mile hike in Southern Minnesota. It was a perfect fall day, so we grabbed the dog, hopped in the SUV and drove to a state park. It was a “moderately challenging” route, according to All Trails, and we covered the four miles in 1:45. We stopped for burgers on the way back.

Fast forward to this morning. I slept poorly (drinking alcohol does that now, another fun part of aging) and am … sore. Yep, that four-mile hike kicked my ass. So we took the dog out on our typical Sunday morning walk (3.50 miles, came home and got going on weekend chores. My “to-do” list for today also included a leg workout at the gym, but that is not happening due to soreness and being tired.

Getting. older. sucks.

More to come …