Tomorrow will mark the first week into my 75th year and I marvel at the disbelief each time I say it. Maybe because when I was all of sixteen my friend Ellen and I teased about being 30 and thought we would be old. The forties would bring wrinkles, Oxford’s and old lady house-dresses and by the time the fifties rolled around we would be considered ancient. Ironically Patti a good friend from my high school days reminded me only last week in an email that we had managed to live three-quarters of a century.
“When I first read it I chuckled and yet after a while I seemed to have second thoughts as it seemed to portray me as a relic or a museum piece, perhaps even a has been. It amazed me to believe how a few choice words could play havoc with ones outlook on life.” Mainly mine!
When I arrived in New York and sat with my son and family over a cup of coffee I casually mentioned it to him for his reaction. Well he said “Mom how about seven and half decades, how does that sound to you? This he said nonchalantly with a grin on his handsome face.”
I decided that the numeric 75 fits me the best as I have always felt younger than my years and as silly as a school girl.
You see, Ms Millie still loves to blush and feel the patter of a racing heart.
And so my plan is to sing and dance all the way to a couple of more decades. Then I might consider being over the hill!!
Current Mood: Playful