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I'm a freelance writer, wife and mother of one from Western Massachusetts. Spending time with my family and having the honor of raising my son together with my husband is where my whole heart is. Just before our son was born we fell in love with the location of a fixer upper lake house and moved in when I was VERY pregnant. We've been renovating ever since. When I'm not writing, filling the roles of wife or mother, I enjoy a relatively new passion, boxing. It's an empowering workout like none I've ever experienced. Watch out for my right cross. I'd love to hear from you. Email me traceywrites@mass.rr.com.

Monday, January 27, 2014

How long is too long?

Every now and then amidst the chaos of life I look in the mirror and say to myself, “Wow, you really need a haircut!”.

I know I’m not the only mom out there who’s let a beauty ritual fall to the bottom of the priority list.  Yet, there always comes that time when my hair gets so long it doesn't even stay in a ponytail and I disgustedly look at my dry split ends and say enough is enough.  This time as I finally sat in the pumped up chair staring at the reflection of myself, wet shampooed hair hanging flat around my face, the stylist’s familiar question came.

“How much are we taking off?”

Without even thinking about it I uttered my standard response, “Just clean it up, the usual trim.” 

See I’ve had long hair ever since I can remember.  There may have been a few experimental do’s gone wrong at points in my teen years, but for the most part, as you can see in my photo, long hair has been my never changing style. Yet, as I sat for this overdue cut, I wondered about something not thought of before. 

“At what point in a woman’s life is long hair not age appropriate?  Is that even a thing or just some absurd notion popping up in the mind of a woman approaching the age of forty?”

I flashed back to my own childhood recalling my mom.  As I shuffled through memories I realized her hair started out below her shoulders and progressively got shorter as time went on.  As a matter of fact, most of the moms I remember from high school all had short hair.  One exception was a friend of mine’s mother whose silver locks flowed down to the middle of her back.  Yet, no matter how pretty, I do remember feeling it was a bit strange whenever I saw her long braid or up-do.  Was that simply because my own mother had chosen to wear her hair short or was it something more?  Perhaps it’s an unspoken societal norm.

In any event, as silly as it seems, I find myself seeking input on the subject.  As women, is there proper hair length etiquette for a certain age?  Or, is shorter hair as you age just something that happens out of necessity for the mere reason of simplifying one’s life?

I have to admit, even if there is such a rule, I’ll probably end up rebelling.  I can’t picture my hairstyle any other way than curly, mostly unmanageable and long.  Well, with the exception of it changing color to grey, but we can discuss the ‘too dye or not to dye’ issue another time.

In the mean time I’d love to hear your thoughts.  How long is too long for hair forty and above?  Post comments below or follow me on Twitter @40byFortyList.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A List Inspired Adventure

   If you read the blurb about me on this page you’ll know that I enjoy boxing.  To that end I've discovered an amazing female boxer from Turners Falls, Ma.  Her name is Sonya Lamonakis and while she’s won many fights as a female heavyweight boxer, her day job is as a teacher in New York City.  If you want to be inspired check out this video of her:


   In any event, Lamonakis had her first title fight scheduled in NYC this past November and I was determined to be there to cheer her on.  My sister, having just come off of a year filled with immense challenges, thought the event would be a great way to celebrate her triumphs and I, savoring the last year of my thirties thought the fight a great way to jumpstart my year of adventure.   We were ready to hit the road …

PLOT TWIST


The fight was cancelled. 


   Talk about disappointment.  Everything had been planned out including child care for my son and now we had no event to attend.  I can’t imagine what it feels like for a fighter to train hard for months only to have their fight canceled the day of, but my disillusionment was pretty hefty. 

   Sullen and deflated, thoughts of my normal daily routine flitted thru my head.  I saw myself making dinner, putting the frozen casserole I’d prepared for my absence back in the freezer, picking up J.J. from school and coming home to do laundry.  About to resign myself to doing just that, something caught my eye, my 40 by Forty list.  It seemed to peak out from a pile of papers, almost as if it were taunting me.  That’s when it hit me.  I realized I was framing this change in events all wrong.  I had an entire day, until late into the night to do WHATEVER I wanted to do.  My responsibilities had been pre-arranged and taken care of.  When does that ever happen?  I had pocket money from what I wasn’t going to spend on the trip to the fight.  Again, when does that ever happen?  Plus, I had my sister to spend the day with and that REALLY never happens.  I wasn’t about to waste another moment of my thirties thinking of what might have been when I could instead create what would be.

   We hit the road for NYC.  We were going there originally, so we decided to stay the course and fly by the seat of our pants.  Having grown up not far from the city and with several trips from our younger days under our belts, we knew we’d have no problem finding fun.  Off we went to create a spontaneous endeavor sure to be memorable.

   While I won’t share all the details of that day, some have been pinky sworn to secrecy between sisters, I will tell you this.  Laughter, good conversation, reminiscing our childhood, celebrating our present and looking forward to our future were just some of the musings gleaned.  We saw an amazing show on Broadway, Rock of Ages.  Appropriate for the ruminating we did.  We ate street food from vendors and took in the sights and smells of a city unlike any other.  It was a bonus experience neither of us had expected and one that we’ll cherish forever.  For me, it was proof that no matter my age, life is what I make it and sometimes great opportunity comes in the form of disappointment.  

All we have to do is keep our eyes open and recognize when it does.



My sister Jaime 

In line outside the show

Waiting for the train into Grand Central