When talking with my grandmother this morning about my trip to Italy she said, “I’d love to go, but you know I can’t. I’m too scared. At this age, you never know what can happen.” I had to laugh. “You never know what could happen at any age!” I said.
To her credit, she’s 87. She went to Italy with us five years ago – and did perfectly fine I might add. She’s not your typical 87 year old grandmother. If I had half her energy, my the things I could do!
But she got me to wondering – will I ever reach an age where fear will stop me? (I can see one friend saying, “Fear might not, but your knees – they will.”)
I have this thought that I won’t ever get to 87. Don’t ask me why. I just have a feeling. And if you know me, you know I go with those. I’m not being morbid here. Well, I guess I am. But I have news for you: we’re all going to die. Could be today, could be when we’re 87. So kindly get out there and do those things you’ve been dreaming of. Need some inspiration? I love doing this exercise: Sit down at a table and imagine your 87-year-old self telling you what to do. Mine says, “Get the hell out there. Go have fun, dammit.” Yes, she curses a lot. But she’s right on, every time.