I’m trying to take my daughter’s advice. Six months ago when I went to France she told me to heed Eleanor Roosevelt’s advice: “Do something you are afraid to do every day.”
On that trip, I went to a topless beach (and remained “topfull”, but wore a bikini for the first time ever) and spoke terrible French to any passerby who was kind enough to indulge me.
Recently, I went indoor skydiving at iFLY and drove a snowmobile for the first time ever on a glacier in Iceland.
Those things still sound scary to me, so I get what Eleanor means. I had a rush of pride when I accomplished those things. But my day-to-day list of scary things, can be tame.
Calling people for money
Going door-to-door for anything
Trying on bathing suits
Driving into the “Big City” to a place I’ve never been (just made my hubby take me last Tuesday!)
Getting a whole new hairstyle
Eating bugs…on purpose
Riding a motorcycle (nope never did it…may have to do with a terrible accident from law school)
Riding a bike in traffic
Using power tools
Posting harsh political points of view on the Interwebs
On the one hand, based on this list, I could do something scary every single day. On the other hand, I’ve done all those things except the motorcycle (I did do a moped on an island once and cried the entire time I was driving, does that count?) but they still scare me.
I’m not quite sure what Eleanor is trying to tell me. Perhaps I need to contact her through a medium, like Theresa Caputo. But that’s too scary.
Oh, and Eleanor never said that, so I’m off the hook.
The good news is I was here to see it, the bad news is I am NOT READY to be 60!!!
I noticed I don’t hear so well. I’m sure my family noticed this a long time ago. But now the TV sounds like it did when my Nana lived with me. The neighbors at the end of the block know when I’m watching Hallmark movies instead of working.
I debate every day whether to wear that sample of ‘smooth-lining, Always full-panty protection’ if I’m going somewhere where there is no bathroom for hours (think Women’s March).
I battle between drinking coffee and wine every day. Then I whine between drinking water and herbal damn tea.
I have so many great ideas by breakfast, and forget all of them by lunch.
I still want to wear stilettos but my feet, back and ankles want me to wear serviceable shoes. ” But look at my feet!” I tell them, “they’re soooo cute!”
No one listens to me…not even my feet.
Tweezers are my new best friend.
I hate Windows 10 and I want to kill it.
In my birthday pics next to my Mom, who is still here to celebrate 60 with me, I see how much I look like her…….and realize how much I act like her.
A “grateful check” can be anything from my amazing husband, great friends and wonderful family to I-remembered-to-buy-toilet-paper!
My brother now tells me that telling people they can have their dreams is stupid…but none of my dreams include physical activity, so I’m still good!
And as I wrote that last one…………….the FedEx guy came to my door and delivered this, from that same brother! Oh and yeah, that is me at iFly indoor skydiving….so, I guess I might be ready for 60!