hipponess

I was writing for a different blog and wrote the following:

It's time just to fade into the sunset of life; a lovely, gorgeous time of relaxed happiness. 

In the process, I made a typo and wrote hipponess instead of happiness. Kinda cute.

And then I thought about it. Hipponess, hmm, I like it - I'm a hippo. I love to wallow in the luxury of self-knowledge and inner peace. And hot tubs. 

I'm a hippo - I wear my physical body with power. I don't care if others think me beautiful or indeed if they think about me at all. 

And I'm generally peaceful because you don't want to f-ck with me. I do my thing and leave others alone.

I'm a hippo.

There are groups of us: middle-aged women with intelligence and skill. We understand the lies of love and marriage because we fell for them. We have managed to return our lives to the way we wanted, and altered our relationships, ending some, updating others, until we live life to the fullest - on our terms. 

Most of us married; some have left our marriages - some have not. Most of us have children. We love life and feel young, and free. We are curious and expressive. We love men and can live without them. We are open to life's variety, accepting and judgmental.

Most of us do work that's meaningful to us and that values us. We are empowered emotionally and financially self-sufficient. We don't worry - we do yoga.

We are hippos, wallowing in the beautifulness of life.