66 years old? Wow. That is surreal.
That means it has been almost half a century since we graduated from high school.
Then again the Antique Road Show would classify us as antique treasures. That we are.
Not now. Elderly is elegant. Aging is freedom.
We are not doomed to fragility of spirit and body.
In fact many of my friends look ridiculously fit and young, of which I am just a little envious. Mostly they spur me on to keep moving and laughing.
The age of 66 is only a number for her, not a limit. She inspires me to try new things.
She has taught me about taking risks and being creative.
She probably will never inspire me to take up racquetball. That ball goes way, way too fast for me.
However, whenever I see pictures of her I think about the silliness of stereotypes and the importance of not limiting yourself. She is a strong, vibrant woman.
PS this is not a picture of either of them, but it could be, especially of Debra!!!
I will also see courage, acceptance and resilience. Our wrinkles are the map of life fully lived.
We may not have seen ourselves directly in this photo but we saw ourselves in the faces of our friends.
We shared a world of no internet and no cell phones.
We shared a world that would soon face the Cuban missile crisis,the Beatles, the civil rights demonstrations, Twiggy and the war in Vietnam.
Our culture’s views on the role of women would radically change.
Our beliefs about old age and when it would start would change too.
I love these young “old gals.”
ENJOY TODAY AS IF IT WAS YOUR ONLY ONE,