That's what happens when you get older.. You no longer care what anyone else thinks about you. They either like what you have to say or they don't. Why didn't I feel that way when I was much younger? I have lots of answers to that question, but that's going to have to wait until a future post.
I have witnessed the joy and freedom my late mother experienced when she would say and do exactly what she wanted. She liked the shocked reactions she would get from those who knew and loved her.
Karen, a dear friend and our hairdresser, would laugh at moms antics so much that it encouraged her to "misbehave" even more.
So now that I have reached the "I don't care what anyone else, except God, thinks about what I say or do" stage of my life, I can be me. My eighty-nine year old dad has lived his entire life,with the exception of his time served in the Navy, saying and doing what he wanted and he is loved and respected by many, many people. I can only hope that the same may be said about me when, God willing, I turn eighty-nine.
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