Take a chance and learn to dance!
I sat at the pool with my nose in a book, but I wasn’t reading. That was just a ploy. Really I was eavesdropping – something I love to do – listening in on other people’s conversations. It’s not something I’m proud of, but I can’t seem to help it, and as vices go, it’s pretty harmless.
That’s when I heard the woman say, “Who would have thought that at the age of 91, I’d meet someone and learn to dance!” Looking to my right, I saw her standing waist deep at the side of the pool. She looked 90, but she also looked strong and tall in her brightly colored one-piece suit. The woman looked happy, too– smiling not with just her mouth but with her eyes, too. Happy all over.
I’ve been doing some research on aging. Some of it is pretty stereotypical stuff about how we fall slowly apart over time. How our blood pressure goes up and our stamina goes down. Our hair thins and our waists thicken. Eventually we go to live with the children and lose our independence.