strutting yourself across stage in a purple pantsuit?
My birthday is rolling around again, wow a whole year, a new journey and I could never have predicted where I am now. Last night my daughter took me to a Cher concert. Cher also had a recent birthday and even though she is so much older than me (or is she..lol) I relate to her outspoken and outgoing flamboyance and zest for life.
My youngest granddaughter is enamored with the color purple and I have requested purple pants to match hers for my birthday. Cher strutted out on stage in this stunning formfitting purple pantsuit that immediately ‘spoke to me’ YESSSSSSSSS (while my brain said NOOOOOO). Ah well, if it shows up I will wear it, what the heck!
I was arriving home from a five-month stay in Yuma Arizona this time last year. Many changes in my life have taken place since then, who knew? Helping my kids out at work (the family catering business started over thirty years ago) has recently turned into a real job, that was unexpected. Then I look at Cher and my God she is unstoppable, so why not me?
If I get the purple pantsuit, lose 100 pounds, and learn to sing, could I emulate her? Probably, but why would I want to, hmmm. Well that drummer in her band (half her age) she’s showing a lot of love for, would be worth it. Damn he is cute, but I can find my own drummer or someone to march to my beat, couldn’t I?
Facebook is now into dating and matching up prospective mates for me, yep who knew? So far the majority have been in their twenties and thirties, but who am I to judge? People who say age is just a number are usually old people, that sure sounds like me. I am not old to myself, I’m still a child looking for my next adventure, or mishap perhaps.
My kids are getting older though, thank goodness I have a baby in the wings, she adores me. Little ones are so much fun and age doesn’t compute with them, they either like you or don’t. Painting their nails and applying make-up is a nana and granddaughter thing, and doing hair.. we are a match!
I will also teach her how to tell a story; she will have many stories to tell when I am long gone. But hopefully not for a while yet. The quest for my fulfillment may never end, nor should it. We have so much potential as mentors and teachers of truth. and.. and.. some of us can still strut across a stage half naked (well not me of course, but I suppose if someone gave me a ton of money, I would take it).
My thoughts turn to what may lay ahead for me this time next year and truth be told, I have no idea where I’ll be or what I will be doing. That’s the way I like it though. How many of us leave ourselves open to what comes our way, taking up a challenge or an adventure that we don’t know the outcome of?
Recently a friend of mine did just that, she private messaged me on FB and gave me partial credit for her daring change of life adventure. She is quitting her job for the last ten years, giving up her health care benefits, and moving across the country to start a new life!
This gal credits reading my blog to her making this bold decision and I was somewhat stunned! I never thought I would be an influence on someone’s life by writing about my own. My thoughts turned to this new revelation and had I known I influenced anyone with my writing, would I change it? My answer is, probably not, (btw, this gal has never been happier or more excited about this life-changing decision)
We are never too old to change our ways or to accept new ideas and challenges. We are never too old to find new love (I am still looking) and never too old to explore the road less taken (okay, I do get lost a lot). We are never too old to lose 100 pounds and learn to sing (that is not happening for me, but it could be for someone else).
Last but not least, we are never too old to strut our stuff in a formfitting purple pantsuit… geez ya think?
copyright May 26th 2019