Using your imagination, project into the future and tell me what you will be like as an 80-year old. Will you be someone who doesn't accept the aging process, spending all your time in the gym and the bars, or will you be a rocking chair granny, or something in between?
Well, I don't expect to be in the bars because that will seem like a waste of rapidly dwindling time. And it can be bad for your health. I may be in the gym, but I kind of doubt it. I figure by age eighty, I'll throw in the towel on working out and decide to enjoy the cheesecake and stretchy pants. I'll probably be taking a brisk daily walk and enjoying the occasional margarita though. And hopefully, I'm living on a beach where the sun is warm and the breezes are soft.
This is a question I hadn't thought much about until Sayre posed it. I hope at eighty, I'm somewhat healthy, content with my life and surrounded by family and friends who don't mind putting up with my crotchety ways. I hope I've seen the world and its people and used to the best of my ability the gifts that God has given me. I also hope I've aged as gracefully as some folks I admire for the way they've grown older. Like my mother, and my grandmother. And some people you're more familiar with.
I hope I have the spirit and intelligence of Katharine Hepburn.The grit and style of Elizabeth Taylor.
The humor of Carol Burnett.I definitely hope I have the grace and independence of Jackie Onassis.The work ethic of Helen Thomas.And the spirituality and love of life of Dolly Parton.Most of all, I hope I haven't lost my mind. Ha!
Now, mosey on over with me to Sayre's and see what everybody else thinks about being eighty.
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