‘What are you doing?’ confronts you every time you tweet on Twitter. Then, in Facebook – ‘What are you doing?’ You start yelling inside, “I’m just being – that’s what I’m doing! – What’s wrong with being?”
You’re just being. You’re being wonderful. You’re being happy. Maybe you’re being sixty, like me – sixty years bold. Like you, I’m just being me and life is wonder-full.
Life crescendos as the sixth decade opens. Being 50 was the best time in life – then. But being sixty is even better – life just keeps getting better!’ A little plot of earth apparent on the horizon just intensifies appreciation and delight in absolutely everything.
Give me a ‘B’ – and put it in front of the word ‘old’.
Give me an “R’ – and put it in front of the word ‘aging’.
There are a few global authorities on being bold. I’ve just decided to join them. If it means I look like a fool, I’ll be honoured. I hereby step up and take the official title of ‘ fool’ and ‘bard’ – the whole nine yards! Scroll and enjoy my song lyrics … and please add your bit – it’s all about us all. It’s now my solemn duty to make you smile – I take that seriously (and I’m allowed to be serious sometimes too). I’m not a comedian at all. I’m not even going to try. I’m simply going to be me – that should be enough – give me an ‘M’ and an ‘E’ and sit them happily side by side, content just being.
Hmmm – now put that ‘B’ that ‘R’, that ME” all together with a big, delighted whoop of an ‘OO’ in the middle… and you have BOOMER. Have a boomer life, being you – ya hoo! – (and following this blog of course!!!!). Hugs.