Yesterday, I mentioned I was going to see Rick Springfield in concert. Could it be possible that I am the only person in the world who didn’t know he was 66 years old? Not only was he fantastic on stage but the amount of energy he had was truly inspiring.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself because I think my time has passed. I guess I equated quality of life with the number of years of life. But last night, I realized that I am only as old as I feel. If I want it to be true, the best of my life is still yet to come. I realized that age is less about time and more about the state of mind. It reminds me of that sweet little lady I took care of in Hospice who didn’t even zip line until she was 78 years old. I want to be a combination of the two. I am truly inspired and excited to get on with living.
Don’t ever put a label on yourself. Don’t let anything limit what is possible in your life. You are meant to enjoy and be excited every single moment. That doesn’t stop at 52 or 76 or 97 unless you decide it does. Tell yourself it doesn’t stop until they finally lower you into the ground. Don’t be defined by your age, defy it.
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Great post! Never imagined that Rick Springfield would prompt a look-at-life moment, but hey, inspiration can come from anywhere. 😃
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Thanks and no kidding right. You just never know. Expect the unexpected 😉
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My wife has admitted to having his poster and a major crush on him in early high school. 🙂
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Who didn’t lol 😉
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Well, me. 😃
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😉
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Happy to know you had a great time and I agree with you. Age is just a number. I’m not nearly my age and still wonder what I should do when I grow up! 😉
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That’s the way it should be 🙂
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😊
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I saw him in concert about 15ish years ago, he puts on one heck of a show!
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I can’t believe he still has the same energy. He’s awesome. He even has a new album coming out. Good for him!
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What I remember the most is that he was doing a solo on his guitar and walking backwards, he tripped on some cords and fell flat on his back.
Like a true professional, he kept on playing and just simply pushed himself around the stage (still flat on his back) with his feet jammin’ the whole time!
Pretty awesome!
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That is pretty awesome. He has quite a personality 😉
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I would love to see him in concert. He would be awesome. You are never too old to rock and roll.
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If you have the opportunity, go! It was awesome.
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Strangely I don’t look like my age
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Lucky you 😉
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😉 heh
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I ain’t goin’ in no ground, missy. I’m goin’ up or to the bottom of the sea.
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Hopefully I’ll see you there 😉
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As a dove or a mermaid?
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That’s a tough choice but I think I’d like to be a dove. Rise peacefully above it all and watch from above.
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So, a peaceful people-watcher/snoop. 🙂
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I see where this is going…
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Do you? I will zip my lip, then. I think I was far too opinionated last week and drew flies.
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No you are fine 😉
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Nope. I swore I was going to just let you post and say nothing for a while. And, now look. I’m cow dung.
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Cow dung lol! I was worried about you. Thought you fell off the face of the earth 🙂
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When? In the two days I haven’t been here?
Yes, cow dung. When I found myself riling you up and you talking about me intentionally doing the riling…and then the other gal comparing me to asparagus…er, you know…I felt an invincible stink upon myself and wanted nothing more than to hose myself off and keep quiet. Thankfully, I had a lil time to reflect and embrace the moon.
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Geez the moon. Yes, I finally woke up without anxiety. It really made me anxious
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What made you anxious? The moon? If so, maybe we have to sit down and discuss astrology more.
I find the moon makes me more of a night person…like I want to go running around as some sort of panther or tiger in the night. It’s a different sort of thinking from what I get waking up early to the sunrise.
My anxiety doesn’t seem affected more or less by one or the other…it’s just rampant and comes and goes like the clouds.
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I was definitely anxious. Today I feel much more grounded. I just couldn’t shake the feeling. So unsettled.
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I had a very scary dream either Friday or Saturday night. Already I forget when it happened. That left ME unsettled.
But, do you have any idea what made you unsettled? Was it something going on/coming up that worried you? Or, was it more of a general ambiguous feeling that just came over you?
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General unsettling anxiety. Heaviness in my stomach. Nothing out of the ordinary going on. Who knows. I hate that feeling
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The stomach could have been a digestive issue…something you ate or ate at a bad time.
Either this is something you chronically go through, like an “irrational” fear of falling (when you’re not even on a ledge). Or, your brain was trying to warn you of something (like a dream without the imagery).
With all you say about your kids and that school business, I’d say you were just getting hit with a tremor from a “what if.” Like a surfer who spends so much time on the waves that he/she gets a buzz when he/she thinks the next wave is coming.
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Maybe and no the stomach thing is where I often feel anxiety. It’s hard being responsible for other people without worrying to some extent about them but lately anxiety has been kicking me butt. I do much better when I feel grounded. Back to yoga later today 😉
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So…it could be said your stomach is close to your heart… Are you an emotional eater? Do you eat more when nervous, angry, sad or all of the above?
I think you kinda just confirmed what I was saying about the school business. It’s been heavy on your mind. It’s like you’re reporting on the Civil War from the front lines. “We’ve got heavy fire here! But, I am not going to rest til we get that Declaration of the 504 ratified! Hail, Lincoln!”
I can’t think of a time I’ve felt grounded except brief moments when I am fully engrossed in some labor that isn’t taxing.
Okay, yer reaaally making me hungry for yoga, now.
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Sure I’m an emotional eater but luckily there is no food in the house until we get rid of these darn moths. School does play a role I’m sure especially because I know it will get harder as the years go by and I won’t always be there to help. I worry about my daughter and all the difficult lessons she has to learn in high school that I cannot save her from. It’s tough to be a mom and not worry about your kids. It’s almost second nature to want to protect them and it’s hard finding the right balance. Maybe when they move out I will be less anxious 😏
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Oy, the moths, again. Maybe that’s what’s buggin’ the anxiety meter.
I would think the transition from grade school to high school is a bigger worry than high school and up.
Ah, see, you are in protective mode with the daughter who is probably saying, “Let me scrape my knee once in a while.” Not all “difficult lessons” need to be horror stories. And, we need to be ready for both and have faith. You do a good amount of optimistic preaching…I guess just to remind yourself.
I feel that way about my nephews. I’m their Uncle Donald. And, when Huey, Duey and Louie get older, I don’t know what I will do or how I will feel. But, they will fly off and be men of their own making. Hopefully, they will look back at what I did for them fondly. I can teach them a few things. But, they will learn so much more on their own. And, I don’t want to be a “helicopter parent” or wrap them in bubble wrap.
Of course, when they move out you will feel different. Less time with them will ease some parts of the brain and activate others.
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But, as an emotional eater, which emotion makes you eat more? I think I eat more when I am sad or angry than when I am anxious. When I get anxious, it’s hard to keep food down.
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Happiness 🙂 Go figure
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You eat more when happy?? My taste buds change when happy. But, I don’t eat more just because I am happy…of course, how often do I really feel happy?
When I am happiest, I think I like to be active…which then makes me hungry. But, while I am happy, I don’t think about food.
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Good thing I’m not happy too often or I’d be fat 😉
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Nah. It depends on what you eat, too. If you’re happy and you eat lots of apples…listen to me. I am a kids’ sing-a-long. If yer happy and you know it, have an apple…if yer…
If you’re my one nephew and live on apples all the happy time, you won’t get fat. But, going to the bathroom won’t be fun:P
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Nope it’s more like nachos and peanut m&ms
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Oooh…now yer talkin’. And, now I am hungry. But, I am only slightly happy from the interaction we are having. I think it’s just my high metabolism kicking in.
I used to pig out on cheddar Doritos for years. But, somehow I lost interest about a decade ago. Now, I seem more health conscious though beggars can’t always be choosy.
But, I will try to share my peanut MnMs with you. 🙂 Notice I said try. 😛 hehe
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Good luck. Your peanut M&Ms do not stand a chance.
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Wanna wrestle for them? 😀
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No. I want you to hand them over
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That will not happen unless I am feeling really friendly, charitable or smitten. When you say it like that, I think you are Darth Vader, and I am Luke Skywalker, saying, “Damn, Dad. Why did you have to cut off my hand?”
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I will cut off your hand if you don’t hand over the m&ms 🙂
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Behave. 😛 Or, you’ll see the back end of my lightsaber. You’ve been weighed. You’ve been measured. And, if you’re not nice, you’ll be left wanting. [That was from “A Knight’s Tale.”]
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Yeah whatever. Hand them over
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Look, kid, yer really cute. But, like I tell the nephews, if you don’t say the magic word. And, now that I had to say it, it won’t count even if you did. Pushiness rubs me the wrong way.
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Lol! I bought my own bag so haha!
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I won’t ask you for any after our dispute. But, you may find me glancing over my shoulder at you. 😛
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🙂 I would gladly share. I’m totally like that you know. I’d even give you the last one.
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I couldn’t take the last one from you. I am like THAT. I would probably let whoever paid for them have the majority. And, I never take the last when someone’s looking. 😛
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I’m used to my kids taking my last everything 🙂
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Yea, well I am not one of the kids. 🙂 I feel guilty when I finish something off unless I give into the indulgence. 😛 Like yesterday with a hunk of chocolate cake…I was the Ziggy Piggy. [Know what movie that’s from?]
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Glad you have some self control at least some of the kind. I thought of you a little while ago when I had an m&m 🙂
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Awe. 🙂 Maybe we will get signature colors to wear and think of each other. Which MnM are you?
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Blue
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Penn State blue?
I would be either green or brown. I voted for purple when they had the color contest.
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Purple would be cool. We fight over the blue ones here.
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In that case, you can have all the blue ones. 🙂
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Awesome and you can have the brown and green ones 🙂
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Now, ladies and gentleman, that’s diplomacy. We thank you for coming to today’s seminar….
😀
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My mother is different. She’s a nervous eater. Whenever something troubles her, she either has to bake/cook or stuff her face. And, she can polish off a whole bag of candy or punch bowl of popcorn if she sits down with it.
I don’t eat when I am crying like girls who ache from a bad breakup. But, when I am depressed or lonely, I do seem to get hungry.
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Amazing how different we are
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