I had a great response to yesterday’s blog about aging. Lots of views. Lots of visitors. And a good number of comments. Really interesting comments. We had good conversations. But me thinks there are those among you who may think I’ve caved.
Succumbed. Given up. Given in to getting older. Accepted it. Admitted defeat.
Moi? Are you kidding? Nothing could be further from the truth. Nothing.
Yes, I’m getting older. I’ll cop to that. How can I not? It’s true. It’s a fact. Happens to the best of us. But that doesn’t mean I have to take it laying down. None of us do. So I decided a Part Two was in order. A sequel, if you will. Because there’s something you should know about me. I don’t give up easily.
Let’s begin at the beginning. When it comes to aging it is my belief that regardless of what’s going on in your body, getting old is all in your head. My mother was proof of that. She had incredible joie de vivre. She loved life. She never allowed the number of years she’d been on this planet to define her. She was defined by her spirit, her zest for living. In her mind she was ageless.
Her attitude is best described by this Satchel Paige quote: “How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you was?” As far Continue reading