Oct 27, 2005 10:02
I am feeling overwhelmed, even though I know I shouldn't. If I don't get all of my work done today, there is still tomorrow. Or hopefully there is still tomorrow ;) You never know!
I know this is sort of silly because the older you are, the shorter your life ahead of you probably is. But, I am going to enjoy old age I think. I love gray hair. I wish my mom would let hers grow out. I just think it's pretty. There is this poem, let me go get it......
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat, which doesn't go,
And doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy
And summer gloves and satin sandals
And say, "We've no money for butter."
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired.
And gobble up samples in shops,
And press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain,
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts,
And grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickles for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer-mats
And things in boxes.
Yes, but now we must have clothes to keep us dry,
And pay the rent
And not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children,
And must have friends to dinner,
And read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now,
So people who know me are not too shocked
and suprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
~ Jenny Joseph ~
Maybe you've read that before. It's one of my favorites. Doesn't that sound like a plan? I mean in India, growing old is a celebrated thing because it allows you to let go of the worries and responsibilities of youth and take things more slowly and embrace spirituality. I wish getting old were viewed that way by more people in America. It's viewed as more of a curse here. People are scared of wrinkles and saggy skin. But I can't wait until I can act crazy and have little care for people's expectations of me. It seems so liberating. Like the poem says, maybe I should practice having little care for people's expectations now. I should worry more about my own expectations.