Never say no to purple.
I often think about who I am going to be when I am old. I believe that we need to make decisions in our youth about who we’ll be when we get older. It’s so easy to lose oneself and creep into bitterness.
So this here is my hope.
When I am old I won’t have purple hair, but I will wear purple shoes.
I’ll always wear lipstick and I won’t moan in ques.
I’ll still swim naked at night, drink whiskey by the fire and enjoy good chocolate.
I’ll expect romance.
I will paint wildly and sensitively.
I will love deep and drink copious amounts of coffee with friends.
I will read new books and try new recipes.
I will hold Alan’s face in my hands and kiss it, often.
I won’t be surprised when God loves me.
I’ll take up karate.
I’ll keep a big box of wacky toys handy for my grandchildren.
I will listen (or try to at least).
I will lie in the warm sand at the beach and let it get into my hair.
I will still the critical voice and open up to new technology.
I’ll laugh with my grown up kids and try to understand their life.
I will say, “That’s wonderful” instead of, “but should you?”.
I will heat my home in winter so that it’s comfy and keeps people in.
I will be real.
I will reveal my heart.
I will prove that women are still women at 79.
I won’t long for youth because I’ve already been there.
I’ll let my home be a little higgledy piggledy and I’ll relish bright colours.
I will be wise.
I will be the unboring.