A fifty something year old female
Being a single fifty something female in today’s society is not at all glamourous.
I have not experienced any of the insinuated glamour that has been suggested in society. If glamour was what I was heading towards as I turned fifty, then, I have certainly missed that memo; or perhaps it has skipped me entirely.
Being a single fifty something female in today’s society is not at all carefree. I have not experienced any of the ease that has been spoken of in the media. If being carefree was what was greeting me as I turned fifty, then, I would feel ease instead of uncertainty in this unpredictable society that surrounds me.
Being a single fifty something female in today’s society is more than being glamourous and carefree. For me, this glamour is in the reflection that stares back from my morning haze as I cup my hands with cool water and gently splash it to my not so youthful complexion. All the while, the mental list that is building up inside of my mind becomes a muddle of deadlines, ideas and the backlog of what I was supposed to have addressed many yesterday’s ago.
Being a single fifty something female in today’s society is more than that ludicrous assumption of being carefree. Who came up with that slogan anyway? For me, the only care I feel free in living the moment in is when I am in the presence of my family and the community that I willingly give my care to. There is no carefree attitude in my life, perhaps this is who I am and not the expectations that society wants me to lead.
Being a single fifty something female in today’s society is more than all the above. I feel more than what you or the media may assume a single fifty something woman is supposed to behave. There is no person on this living earth who knows how this fifty something female feels like to be me. I am so many more things that society does not know of.
This single fifty something female inside of me is a mother of sons, who continues to see, feel and hear the marvel of their existence. I am this very female who feels gratitude for all the sleepless nights that passed me by as a sole parent from the moment they were born. I never took those open eyed, physically, and emotionally exhausting moments for granted; for these sons of mine are worth more than all the glamour and carefree assumptions that have unrealistically been portrayed in the media.
I am this single fifty something female that has been mocked and superficially complemented on how I wear my red lipstick and the reasoning in why I chose to sport my natural shiny silver locks. This is my reality of the fifty something female inside of me. I don’t feel the need to explain how feminine my red lips, and how comfortable my naturally highlighted hair makes me feel. I feel just as I look; a single fifty something female that is living inside of me: for me, not for you, nor society. She lives in me as I am the outer vessel for just the right amount of feminine comfort she feels.
You may see a part of your fifty something year old self in among my words above. Perhaps you may know of a woman who needs reassurance that she is not alone living among the media and expectations of social circles. I am here to express myself as a creative woman who once was living behind the shadows of the warfare of the do’s and don’ts in society.
As a result of trusting myself, I became to know more about my personal relationships of the past that I have had in various aspects of my life, from career, personal, social and with those individuals recent and distant.
I love being this fifty something year old female, for only I know what I have endured to be here today doing what I do.
At the age of fifty, Rosa has created her publishing business. At first, she thought that this is an
idea that was farfetched as instead of slowing down in life, she is on the contrary more aligned
with her vision and purpose. Rosa has many stories that are being published and for this
reason, she has bought Rosa Carrafa Publishing to life. Rosa is a woman of substance and is an
advocate for addressing how loss, death and the process of grief is part of our reality.