Not Playing It Safe
I am by nature a cautious person.
It’s a well-entrenched part of who I am. And I don’t really expect to change significantly as I age. I don’t believe I will ever climb onto the back of a motorcycle or scale Mount Everest or throw a fit in public. Or go to Costco without a list.
But on the other hand, I am also discovering that caution can be confining.
Every month or so, I see a posting on a social media site about regret: “Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.” This is usually attributed to Mark Twain, although Mark Twain did not say it. But whoever did say might have been on to something.
Now that I am officially old – I used my Medicare card again this week – it always shocks me a bit to take that out of my wallet and see my name on it – I wonder sometimes what I missed because I was cautious. Interesting places I didn’t go to, jobs I didn’t apply for, delicious things I didn’t eat, fascinating people I didn’t talk to.
Although I am quite certain I will never be much of a reckless soul, I do think I am getting a little less reck.
And why not?
Whoever said that old age should be safe?
I’m 66.86 years old.
At best, I figure I have only 33% of my life left. And the first 67% went by in a flash (all except high school – that was interminable), so imagine how fast the rest will go when it is only half as long as my prior existence.
At worst, I am at the tail end of my life and I just don’t know it yet.
Either way – I’m on the downside.
So instead of taking itty bitty steps like you do when you are going down a slippery hill, why not sit down on your ass and SLIDE!
I’m having more fun now that I have less to lose.
I’m dying anyway. We all are – but there’s no denying I’m getting closer and closer. What the hell do I have to lose?
So I wrote those books that I had always been meaning to write.
I bought the convertible.
I got the dog. (see above photo.)
I went all the way blonde.
I kept all three kittens we were fostering. (see above photo and triple the cats.)
I took off my clothes at the nude beach. (no pics on this one!)\
My husband, being older than I, and male, is statistically on an even steeper, even slippier slope.
And he has often been even more risk-averse than I.
He has a generator AND a stack of wood that will fuel the woodstove and fireplace through 2027.
He feels we are dangerously low on eggs when we have only a dozen left.
The only place he would drive on a half a tank of gas is to the gas station to fill up.
But … on the other hand…
He built a house – an unbelievably magnificent house.
He also got the convertible, the dog, and three kittens. And accompanied me you-know-where – and loved it.
And this week he did the craziest thing a guy in his seventies could do.
And I encouraged and cheered him on.
If we are on the edge of the steep, slippery slope, we are not going to tiptoe over.
We are going to slide on our ass – and enjoy the ride.
So here is the newest member of the family.
His name is Moonlight.
P.S. After much distress and effort, My latest book LUCINDA’S SOLUTION is finally looking as good as I dreamed it could be – and is available on Amazon. I hope you will give it a try. Here’s the link: Lucinda’s Solution.