Driving the 50 mile run to work, and back home, each day allows me to do some pretty deep thinking and at times I amaze myself with my mental ability to store all the notes my mind makes as I navigate through daily traffic.
Oh hush….I know what you’re thinking; lost in thought, mind not on the road…blah, blah. Hey, I don’t yak on my cell phone and my thought process is completely hands-free…and legal!
It must be the car environment that brings forth one’s creativity. Think about how many women drive along while putting on or touching up their make-up. I know, I know….that’s both careless and stupid but, there is no better light for seeing all those perky un-wanted hairs on your face or putting on lipstick and mascara. Just don’t do it while driving 65 mph or better.
Back to my deep thoughts……
At this stage of my life, I’m a fairly well-read book; outer jacket fairly worn and showing signs of age but full of readable chapters inside along with room for a few more additions…I hope. The old adage about age being just a number works for me…most days. I still drive along listening to my favorite “hair bands” of the 80’s, Whitesnake, Cinderella, Tesla and Motley Crue; manage to get to a Tom Petty concert now and then and, more recently, let my hair down at a Bon Jovi/Daughtry concert in Florida. No one there picked me out as a mis-placed Gramma who ended up in row 249 instead of belonging at some wretched Bingo game.
I’ve managed to retain an element of “coolness” as I approach the back nine of life; at least my four Grandkids think so…
Maybe that’s why this whole book comparison danced through my head this morning. I still want everyone who knows me to not just dust me off and place my tattered being on some shelf; hell, there’s a lot of excitement still jumping around on the pages of what makes me….me!
And that goes for anyone else as they attempt to gracefully grow old.
