Take the compliment

This weekend I’m turning 45. I have mixed feelings about it. On one side getting older has come with great lessons and the bravery to learn from them. On the other side I wish I had learned those lessons earlier in life. The contrast between my current mental health and my situation even five years ago is enormous. But turning back time is impossible, so I try to forgive my younger self.

I clearly have less time ahead than behind me. That’s confronting, and also that’s life. I’m lucky to have come this far. I’m just not a girl anymore.

But I received a message from Ken.

I don’t know Ken. “Ken” may even be a scammer. But Ken did cheer me up. Here’s what he wrote:
“Hey I’m sorry if this offends you, but I find you really attractive and I’d like you to be my sugar baby. We could talk terms and weekly allowance later. Do let me know if you are interested.”

I’m pretty sure Ken would be disappointed to meet me in real life, because 45 is way passed sugar baby age. But that’s okay. Because I’m never going to meet him, and I’m just going to take the compliment and run with it.