So, I was typing something into a spreadsheet today – I am a spreadsheeting queen – and I typed in the year as 2032 – I’m a fast but inelegant typist – and I thought to myself how old will I be in 2032? Answer 68. Don’t do the math – I’m 49 now. What will I be doing? I expect, given my past history, it’ll be something irritating, inappropriate and whatever I want to do. I’ll expect I’ll still be wearing Docs, dying my hair, wearing mismatched socks and speaking my mind without fear or favour.
Sure, go ahead and age. It’s just a number –but don’t ever let it define who you are as a person. You don’t change inside. Be yourself despite ‘em.
(****pic is Rob Roy MacGregor's grave. Love it)