Colleen Hannegan

Finding the words....and the perfect pair of glasses.


Forever Middle Aged

Love, marriageColleen HanneganComment

I’m having an ongoing friendly argument with my husband. He’s checking out his feet and legs now that it’s warmer weather and he’s wearing his shorts. He laments on the condition of parts of his aging form. I accuse him of saying “old” far too much in describing himself.

It’s getting old.

In my opinion, he’s a 69+ year old man who one might guess to be closer to 60….2.

Seeing his 70th birthday speeding towards him this year is a shocker, we’ll both agree. Eight years his junior, I’m not diggin’ the math that puts my seven-oh not all that far behind his.

Outdoors keeps us feeling young--er!

Outdoors keeps us feeling young--er!

However, I refuse to say he’s old, I’m old, we’re old. Hell no. 

The old word brings to mind yellowing plastic containers that have seen too much UV light. Old as in a horse lead out to pasture. Old as in medieval. Old worn shoes and socks. Old house that creaks. Well, maybe the creaking can’t be denied.

Old roads. Oldies but goodies. Yuck. Old hat. Old records. Old is as old does. You’re as old as you feel. No one expects an old person to be sexy or sexual. 

“Please, can we agree to the word older,” I beg. “Will you please stop saying we’re old?” 

He laughs. If I hadn’t been enjoying one of his yummy vodka tonic’s he’s made with pineapple infused vodka, I would be irritated. But he’s making me laugh instead. I can’ t help myself.  He loves to see me getting worked up when he brings up THE WORD.

Old has no room here. No closet space either. Not even a little cubby hole somewhere. Old rhymes with mold and cold. Don’t like those words either.

“It’s okay to say we’re old because we are.” he declares. I open my mouth to protest. “Do you think you’re middle aged?” he asks. “Middle age”, he continues, “is the age from our mid 30’s to about mid 50’s; 60 at the latest.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I almost scream. “People are living longer. 62 is the new middle ages; I mean 62 is only half way cooked, I mean, well, I’ll admit to being a senior citizen.” I feel myself struggling with those two words. Ten years ago I felt far away from being categorized as senior. I’m not near ready to fast forward to any old talk.

We’re both laughing at my word jams. And we both know I love my senior discounts at the car wash, movies, anywhere I can save 10%. I love a deal. But there’s no deal here to ever agreeing we’re old.

“I’ll agree to saying I’m old when I’m 85; no when I’m 81. Okay, when I’m 81 I’ll ease up on the word old. Not until then.” I tell him with a straight face and firm resolve in every fiber of my middle aged sexy being.

He’s smiling at me with that charming smile that seduced me ten years ago when we were so young. Third time marriage for both of us was the charm. When the idea that sharing the rest of my life with him seemed like a very long and happy road with so much to see and do and share.

He lowers his voice. “You will always be beautiful and sexy. You could never be anything but lovely in my eyes.” Smart man.   

Those words will never get old.


©Colleen Hannegan


Happiness is an APP

Featured, Love, Shawn AchorColleen HanneganComment

Word is you can make a whole lot of moolah coming up with an APP everybody needs, (or they want so badly, it feels like a need.) I’d like to propose an APP for free to everyone. It can be downloaded into your thoughts and then copied into your heart and forwarded to all your contacts. It can improve all output of energy and input of ideas. All good comes from it and all bad can’t survive it.


Inside happiness is where like turns into love and sprouts wings of joy and makes all effort at work and play….happier. Happiness isn’t just what happens, it’s how you APPly the happiness factor to every decision at hand.

Perhaps we might answer the question, “What do you do for a living?” with the answer, “I work at being happy!” Happy people DO work better.

Find your happinesapp and plug in, download, share the file, and share the profits.

Author and happiness “expert” Shawn Achor, of Good Think Inc. wrote a book a called “The Happiness Project”. He explains that happy employees are 30% more productive than their unhappy or non-positive co-workers. (No surprise there.) He further explained how success orbits around happiness, not the other way around.

Ahhhhh! That was the nugget of gold I was digging for here….. Your app of happiness, makes all your other “programs” run sooo much smoother. Harness HAPPINESS as your sun and watch success, love, magic, and anything else your heart desires spin happy circles all around you.

Elementary, really--

The End. It's Always the Beginning of Something New.

LoveColleen HanneganComment

The End. It’s always the beginning of something new. I’m not exactly sure what I’ve finished but I have begun a new chapter of my life here, today. So it can only mean one important thing, that a chapter of my life is complete and I have begun creating a whole new story and you are here to share it with me.

This is very exciting! It feels like a magical mystery tour has just left the ground and we are all flying up and away to some amazing adventures together!

My life is made up of all my past and current experiences and all the loved ones who walk alongside me. I’ve come to understand that a life worth living is to be shared and the loved ones who choose to share it with you are valuable beyond measure.

So let’s get this party started together and see where it takes us!

My dream for this site is to share my “new vision” of all things beautiful, be it in hOMe, in heART or in HEALth. As you know I have a “thing” for business. It’s just who I am in so many ways! SO beauty and abundance in biz will find an outlet here as well.

I hope to introduce you to new faces and friends and special places and stories that inSPIRE the FIRE in each of us. AND…sprinkle it with magic only a “Pharmacist of Bliss” might dream up in her secret underground HERmitage~~ and all that jazz!

Mostly this Girl just wants to have fun; my new sacred word…FUN!

No doubt the site will get refreshed, upgraded and re-decorated as it finds its way through this first year. It wanted to be born on Valentine’s Day and there was no holding HER back….I just had the strangest feeling to PUSH!!!!! So Happy Birthday to us!

This is your special invitation to sign up to JOIN ME and follow the fun and all things beautiful and bountiful discovered herein.

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day and all it reminds us about giving and sharing LOVE, be it to ourselves or others, I dedicate this first day of to you; my family, friends and followers! I love you!

We shall begin…with my essay on… guessed it….LOVE! xx

Love, As Is

LoveColleen HanneganComment

Love; the four letter word so easily spoken, used as a kind of currency to give or get, win or lose, embrace or let go, to woo, to empower. Love, the elixir to heal, the catalyst of all birth, to grow, nurture and then to finally let go.

Love is love only when it flies free.

Love is always a mirror, reflecting back to those who gaze into it’s luscious pool, the Holy Grail we search for all our lives, our true self. In the eyes of Love we know what is true about who we are. Love given to us by another allows us to stand quietly before our own full length spirit mirror and recognize what has always been and will always be lovable about ourselves.

The one and only you. The unique, never to be duplicated me. True original works of art, a masterpiece, a stand alone star in the galaxy of ever expanding, unending life.

Love given is always love received. Though sometimes it may ricochet off the one it was intended for like a misguided Cupid’s arrow gone awry, Love always knows its true target. Love is an energy that can never dissolve or disintegrate. Love finds its mark like a heat seeking missile.

Love always arrives where it is expected. Love never disappears.

Love. There are volumes written, too many songs to number, unending and forever praises in the name of Love. The celebration of Love is always a beginning for it knows no end. It cannot be recognized with a conclusion, only it’s beginning chapter.

Love is the air we breath, the sunlight that arrives each morning to greet us and the moon and stars twinkling above every evening. Love is the earth that cradles us and feeds us all we really need.

Love never asks for too much, or too little, is never too early or too late. Love is as hard as a rock and as soft as mist.

Love, it asks for only one thing of all it offers us in return; to be accepted and received as is.