When I Grow Up


This afternoon I went to see a little sweet lady in her mid 90’s. She’s a hoot. Oh my gawd, an itty bitty firecracker dressed as an elderly person. She’s wise and lovely. She always confuses me with being her nurse. Says I’m her favorite. (I recognize that language)! She was asleep and I waited around for her. I sat in a room with other elderly folks observing the generations before me. A nurse came by and we spoke about my client. He said that last week he witnessed her tenacity and spunkiness as she walked herself in the wheelchair to another elderly resident, grabbed his face and put her tongue in his. There they were making out. It caught me by surprise and before I knew it the lack of filtering shouted, “She’s my hero. She is my new mantra for life. I want to grow up and be her! Hold nothing back!” The nurse, caught by surprise, had one of those belly laughs that is highly contagious. He shook his head in agreement recognizing the freedom of living life without worrying about what others think. 

Laughter is magical. Before I knew it some of the residents were laughing along with us without a clue to what was funny. The harder I laughed the louder they became. 

My spunky client is truly a composition of letting go and living fully. She’s out lived everyone around her. She has no filtering, no finesse, and no reason to hold anything back. She’s a warrior and a zen master wrapped in less than 85 lbs. 

Who do you want to be? How do you want to live by the end of your life? Make it memorable and lovable. Make it wild enough that those around you laugh the moment they see you. The ride is absofreakin delicious. I can only imagine being eclectically spectacular without giving a crap what anyone thinks! Yeah….that and lots of glitter and sparkles.

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