Rebelling

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

In ten years time I will be 77 years old. I intend to do that disgracefully with no quarter given.

In my youth I was too scared to rebel, in my middle years I’ve been burdened by the usual boring things from work to does my butt look big in this?

Now I honestly don’t care about any of the things that exercise the younger mind, nor what anyone thinks of me. I see them as the waste of happiness that they are.

Youth may see age as a second childhood, but older people don’t. They see freedom for the first time in their lives.

Youth may think they know best and ignore you as irrelevant, but older people know from experience, told their elders they were wrong too, and simply sit there and wait to be right.

If you’re anything like me you will be sending a good few “Sorry mum you were right” type statements heavenwards.

So, ageing is about finally being fearlessly yourself, doing what you want to do, having fun. Maybe doing a parachute jump or some such because, as a British lady said a few years ago, “I’m 80, what do I have to lose?” From that year on she did something crazy on every birthday. She was gifted a trip down to see the Titanic for her 90th birthday. You waited to see what she would do next.

I loved her. I will be doing my utmost to emulate her, except a parachute jump has never interested me and a trip to the Titanic is just too sad for me to deal with.

That’s an important lesson in life. Take the theory and do it your own way. Otherwise you’ve learned nothing.

Best love

Deb xx