“I am not yet dead!” ~Monty Python’s “Spamalot”
“When did I get all those wrinkles?” my Irish grandmother asked me. She hadn’t seen herself clearly in the mirror in decades and she’d just had cataract surgery. Of course, I’d been watching her age one day at a time my whole life. But for her the change was abrupt and shocking. Then she told me this:
“You know, I may be an old lady on the outside, but inside I feel like the same person I did when I was thirty.”
I was about thirty when she said that and it’s stuck with me. At thirty I was still learning—how to be a wife, a mother, a person. And thirty years later, I’m still learning and still vain enough to care about wrinkles.
I still try to maintain what my dad called a “girlish figure” and help others who are trying to do the same. For fifteen years l contributed left-leaning personal and political commentary to the Opinion page of my local newspaper. I try to be kind. And I’m learning to write fiction with the help of the smart and brutally honest folks in my writers group.
The world continues to change and we must grow and change to meet its challenges. That’s what I’m exploring, the potential for change, for growth, and for learning new things even at my advanced age. I’m simply not done yet.
You’re welcome to join in the journey or merely stand back and watch to see whether I fall on my face or fly.