Yesterday was my older daughter's 40th birthday. In December,
my younger daughter will turn 35. What I can't wrap my head around
is this: how can I have children that age when I'm only 35 myself!?!?!
Years ago I heard or read, "The secret to growing old gracefully is to
pick an age you like and stick with it." So I chose 35. Honestly, in my
head and in my heart, that's my age. My knees and shoulders would
argue, but overall I feel 35.
Another quote that resonates with me is, "We don't stop playing
because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing."
In my humble opinion a major component of playing is being silly.
I love being silly. Being silly rocks! Sure, I get strange looks
from other adults. Whatever.
Me and Martie being very silly in the photo booth |
Recently someone posted this on FB: "How can you become
old and wise if you were never young and crazy?"
To which I replied, "Who wants to be 'old and wise'?
I plan to be young and crazy my entire life!"
My daughter, Leslie, and her friend Martie |
My daughter Leslie had a terrific party to celebrate the big 40.
She rented a photo booth, you know, the kind where you
get inside, pose, and press the button. There was a LOT of silliness
going on in that photo booth!
I'm guessing that the average "age" of the party guests was about 15.
The photos I've shown here are only a small sampling.
One last quote: "How old would you be if you
didn't know how old you are?"
Today, be silly, be young, and be at least crazy enough to
make people stare!
Until next time,