In my fifties I found my inner badass. I got the first of my 4 tattoos. I got my conceal carry permit (Iโ€™ve always been a good shot). I got my motorcycle license and two motorcycles. I dyed my hair purple. I started writing. I traveledโ€Šโ€”โ€Ševerywhereโ€Šโ€”โ€Šalone. I also became a grandmother.

And with all of that came the permission to put aside other Humans expectations of me. Including what they think I should look like. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Great piece!