tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364449760429050103.post4105264311090729742..comments2024-03-21T13:01:10.356-06:00Comments on Rock the Kasbah: Bittersweet SummerMarie Loerzelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11122641412197329551noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364449760429050103.post-86245983638967390582016-05-10T06:36:58.389-06:002016-05-10T06:36:58.389-06:00LOL! I'm sorry for laughing but even when you ...LOL! I'm sorry for laughing but even when you lament you're humorous. You have a few years left to enjoy the chaos. Believe me, by the time the last chick leaves you will be ready for the shift into a new life, new role, new adventures. It's much like a pregnant woman when she can't bear her burden any longer, she is ready for the pain. Even eager. And so you shall be when the last feather is swept from the floor and your music is blasting as you sing into the broom handle with no one around to ridicule.<br />I was 50 when my chicks flew. Initially I was lonely, but within a couple of years I was discovering another me. One who was ready to soar solo again and discover and endless sky full of potential.<br />Great post my friend. Enjoy your last few summers with the chaos.<br />XOLeah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.com