I considered it, as I sat around in my recliner recovering from my numerous ailments that were seemingly conspiring to make me an old lady before my time. But I don’t think it’s for me.
I see these perfectly coiffed, elegantly dressed elderly ladies from time to time, and wonder what it would be like to be like that. Then I laugh. It’s so not me. I’ve never been perfectly coiffed or elegant a day in my life, and I see no reason to start now.
Nor am I going to dawn a housecoat or hide out in a mumu or cut my hair short and let it go gray or hang out at the senior center and play bingo.
I’ve already embraced skinny jeans, now I’ve gotten my first short-ish flouncy skirt that I’m wearing with either cute sandals or sassy cowgirl boots! I’m loving’ it. Yeah, my legs could stand to be a little thinner (as could the rest of me!) but ya know what? I’m not getting any younger – and I’m not waiting any longer. I want to wear cute clothes, and I’m going to do it. I’m through worrying about whether or not “people” think my choices are age appropriate or not.
Coincidentally, as a part of the Radical Wellness class I’m taking, our fearless leader suggested that one of the things we really need to consider doing as we’re working our way through the class, is to start “dressing up” and it resonated with me. So, as I’m thinking about getting on with dressing to please myself, it comes up in my class…I love it when validation like that pops up!
But this goes beyond just dressing up. It’s an attitude.
I’m not going to allow myself to curl up and get old. I’m going to continue to think young and act young – I’m going to squeeze as much outta this life as I possibly can, and I’m not going to do it from a recliner. I may have to succumb to old age some day, but I’ll be goin’ down kicking and screaming.
She says bravely! Yowza!