Born to be wild
As the months and years fly by, the reality of aging has suddenly hit me like a cold north wind. So I button up my jacket and hope the jacket Iâm wearing is my own.
The time has come toÂ let go of some of the outdated rules of conduct that have ruled my life for too long.
IâveÂ never run around the houseÂ with scissors, or worn white shoes before Memorial Day. And I would never, ever, wash my darks with my whites.
We get only one life, and Iâve been living mine on low beam. Maybe itâs time to walk on the wild side, let my imagination run wild and tossÂ convention to the winds.Â
To test my new modus operandi, hereâs what I did this week to break theÂ rules and walk on the wild side:
*I rode a bike without a helmet.Â (Okay, so what ifÂ the bike wasÂ glued to the floor, inside the gym.)Â
*I walked the treadmill at the same gymÂ without holding on to the rails. I tried chewing gum at the same time, but maybe Iâm not ready for that just yet;Â
*I went to a movie all alone.Â Iâve never done that in my entire life.Â Unfortunately I couldnât stay because the picture was so badly out of focus. (Couldnât be my eyes, no way.)
*I went to McDonaldâs and bought a cheese burgerÂ and fries without guilt. Of course, in true âseniorâÂ fashion, IÂ had dinner at 4Â p.m.Â â and ordered from the $1 menu.Â Now that was exciting!
*I cooked a gourmet dinner for friends wearing a strapless gown.Â Â Unfortunately I spoiled theÂ effect by wearing sweats underneath.
*I wore my I-Pod to the Piggly Wiggly even though the batteries have been dead for two years.Â It irked me that the check out clerk thought I was wearing a hearing aid.
Undaunted, I drove home,Â put on a pair of baggy jeans, a sideways baseball cap and danced along to aÂ hip-hop video on MTV.Â Â Â Â For the first time in hisÂ life, my bulldog, Rebel, broke into a wide toothy grin!
In the words of George Jones, âI ainât ready for the junkyard yet. âCause I still feel like a new Corvette.Â It may take a little longer, but Iâll get there.Â
âI donât need no rockinâ chair.â
Emily Jones isÂ a retire journalist who edits a website for bouncing baby boomers facing retirement.Â She welcomes comments at www.deludeddiva.com.
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