I am 72 today. Woo hoo! Party on!
I watch interviews and read about other creative senior citizens still out there, still making every minute count. We don’t want this party to end. We’re grateful to still be here and able to do our work, and we’re racing like hamsters because there is so much left to do. It’s ridiculous, but it’s who we are. We’re having such a good time, we don’t want to stop … ever.
It’s never been possible for me to just sit back and chill, unless away from home or on vacation. Even then, my brain is an unstoppable creativity machine. It wakes me up in the wee hours and drives me crazy, as it has every night of my entire life. This compulsion to create and produce may be because of experiencing family members die young during my early childhood (see my earliest blog posts), or it just may be who I am. Dunno.
"Mambo #5" At age 60, oldest person in local dance school recital, June 2000.
I want to be a jazz pianist. I want to be proficient in conversational French. I want to tap dance in shows – the most fun I ever had. I want to see the whole world and then come home and paint it. Not gonna happen in this lifetime … bummer.
If that’s all there is, my friends, then let’s keep dancing
Let’s keep creating and have a ball
If that’s all there is