They say you never ask a lady her weight or her age. I never understood why. To me both those have always just been numbers, so I have never really struggled to answer when someone asked me either question. (I’m 38 and weigh 59 kilo’s thanks to Christmas by the way). I suppose I am comfortable with it because I had to grow up real quick. By my 16th birthday I had seen and experienced and heard more than most people my age have or ever will. I learned then that it is not how old you are that matters, but what you do about your circumstance.
More recently when I entered a pre-midlife crisis Cougar period and dated a 28 year old, I again learned that age really doesn’t matter. With him I laughed and joked and played and wrestled more than I have in my entire life. I honestly felt 16 and discovered how much fun I could actually be. Turns out I am not as boring as my two exes before him had claimed, so that was a bonus and probably one of the best lessons I learned from that chapter of my life.
When thinking about how I will stay young at heart, I really don’t have to search very far for the answer. I’ll just do it like my momma does. That woman is a pure unstoppable force of life and I admire her tenacity to just keep going.
She’s like Dory on steroids: just keep swimming, just keep swimming (but do it super-fast else you might die before you get to do it!).
Hats off to you mom! You drive me nuts sometimes, but I hope to grow old the way you do.
Instead of me elaborating on this for too long, I figured it’s best for you to just go check out what she did for her 60th birthday!