So, I read an encouraging story on the Web the other day about people who made a success of themselves later in life. Why, you ask, would I be encouraged by a story like that? Listen, it keeps my hopes alive that I still have a shot at a Male modeling gig, or at very least making it in the sports world. Oh, who am I kidding? Those two vocations require some very specific attributes, namely, either good looks, or some exceptional physical prowess, that at this point in my life, none of which I possess.
That article means that those of us in the Autumn of our lives shouldn’t stop dreaming, and if so inclined, should pursue those dreams. We need to be a little more Crowded House and a little less Green Day (“Boulevard of Broken Dreams”) with our lives.
We’ve all read stories of the Grandmother who graduated college in her 80’s, or maybe the octogenarian gentleman who scaled Mt. Rainier.
I know, my regular readers are probably going to call me out because my last Blog was a bitch session about being, pissed off that life isn’t like it used to be when I was a kid and how my body is betraying me. I guess after reading the article, I was encouraged by, the fact that age really is, just a number. In my case, just because my knees throb on a daily basis, and it literally takes me 30 seconds to plan my route to get down on the floor to look for something under the couch, doesn’t mean that I can’t use my mind for something useful.
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