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My random thoughts and reactions to my everyday life. The voices like a forum.
I do not know quite what happened or when , but my hubby and I now qualify for seniors' discounts at some venues. This creates a quandary; in order to save money, but not face, we have to admit to our age. HMMMM..... We definitely do not consider ourselves to be old. In this day and age ,when people as a whole are living longer and healthier lives why are 'young seniors', those in their fifties, like moi, considered 'old'?? It's so true that age is just a perception! "Maturity" is very objective/subjective, and I object! Whew, a few years have skittered by since I composed this biography block. Those "fifties" are in the rear view mirror and they are distant, fond memories. Oh, I do not plan to stop writing any time soon.
September 18, 2017 at 8:18pm
September 18, 2017 at 8:18pm
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Motivational Monday! Actress Aisha Tyler , born on this day in 1970, once said "When I get old and slow down I want to look behind me and see all the fire and the wreckage and no stone left unturned." How do you think you'll remember your work and the time you've spent writing, once you're no longer pursuing it to any serious or steady degree?
         
         
         
         
         
         
         What? Are you suggesting that one day, a day in the mystical future, I may no longer be writing? Gasp, this is inconceivable! At this moment, I cannot foresee such an occasion. I envision myself always writing. There is no shortage of people to portray, or scenery to describe, or situations to create. Subject matter abounds. Things happen and must be preserved.
         What could possibly stop, or prevent me from writing? Perhaps I'll develop some sort of dementia, but I'm not depending upon that. My maternal grandmother still tried her hand at creative writing when she was in her seventies. I see myself following in her path.
         The horrific, sad part is that if I lose my memory, I'm not going to remember any of my writing much less anything else. It will be as if it never existed, and I will not have an opinion of something lost/forgotten.
         Okay, okay, God forbid that I should cease to write, but if I did for whatever reason, I'd recall my efforts fondly and with pride. They are a part of me. I would also never regret the time I devoted to writing. It has kept me amused, and out of trouble.


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