I watched a couple, I am assuming in their 80′s, sitting at one of the most on trend coffee shops in Denver this last week. They were chatting over mugs of steaming coffee dressed to the casual nines. I’m not talking “grandparent dressed well” either, it was more like, dressed their age in fashionable clothing, which made them even more adorable in my book. They laughed, their faces creasing with joy and age, their voices two decibles louder than usual so that they could hear one another over the crowed in the busteling cafe. While watching their playful banter I thought to myself, what will I be like when I am that age?
One of my biggest fears in life is becoming stagnent and boring. which I am pretty sure I have addressed in the past. Just incase I wasn’t clear, things like, moving to suburbia, getting a mom bob, baby talking children and animals alike (though full disclosure, the voice all girls use for cute furry animals is NOT baby talk, it’s the “that thing is too f-ing cute for words so all thats left is this sound coming out of my mouth” voice and I do it all the time!) those things terrify me. Not that there is anything wrong with any of it per-say, it’s just not my cup of tea and if it is yours more power to you.
It’s funny to me, these fears are so abstract, so not my character, and yet I am terrified of them coming to fruition. None of those things are life threatening, they won’t rob me of my joy, but will they rob me of who I am? We often do things, leave a dish for later, skip doing laundry for a week, stay in our pajamas for the weekend and slowly the pile builds, elastic feels more at home, and before you know it your life is cluttered and you forgot what real pants feel like. To which I say forget about it!