Molding the new image of me at 67.

My life, choices, and style has changed many, many times as I grew up and grew old. What works at 10 might not work at 40; but it might work at 70. The introverted, shy, tongue tied teenager is long gone from my mind set. The artsy, eclectic woman of my 20s is my mind set of my late 60s. To be free of all stereo-types, styles, trends, and other mindless activities is exactly where I long to be.
I don't have a long trip there. But, now, at this age, I have the freedom, the wills, and the desire to perfect my style.

I have always been a free thinker. I spent alot of time growing up by myself. Oh, I had family members and some friends, but, I spent time alone in nature learning who I was.
I now know that I can be very funny. I also know that I do not like being in a room filled with too many people. I can not concentrate and want to hide beneath a table. At my age now, that is not a good behavior to develop.

I always thought that I was extremely awkward. I always thought I was extremely shy. I now now that yes, I am extremely awkward but I am not shy. I am and always have been in introvert. Now a days, people read books about how great introverts are. What clever thinkers they turn out to be. How the world would be lost without the introverts in its towns and cities.

As a young child, it hurt to be an introvert. It was lonely, sad, and a depressing state of mind. To be so different than the other children in school, to never fit into a crowd, and never be the cool kid. No, I never had a chance for those qualities.

So at 67, I am spending my early retirement years devoted to one of my favorite subjects-ME. How to improve me, mold me, build me up and down.  This takes alot of thinking, and meditation. Concentration is a must.