Surely You Jester, …and Don’t Call Me Shirley

My ever helpful son pokes fun at me saying that random people are always walking up to me to tell me about their lives. It’s true, but I am glad.  Because of this apparent gift I possess, I get to meet people like Gladys, who is 103 years old and still feisty and out running her own errands.  Yes, she had a driver, but she walked with pep and had a smile and a joke.  She said that life goes by in a blink and she is very grateful for all her days.

I have another friend who was my Grandma’s long-time friend.  She will be 99 this year and she is always interesting and on top of things and still looks younger than I do.  Another buddy of mine, who passed last year at almost 93, laughed and shared his wisdom through it all, even though he had to endure dialysis 3+ times a week.  What do they all have in common?  Clearly they learned the magic of not taking themselves too seriously.  They found the fun, the good and even the silly in life.

After my chance encounter with Gladys this week, 4 things became evident to me as I pondered the really important issues:

First of all, curled chips taste better than regular-shaped chips.  I did the research and it’s a real thing.

Secondly, I am a fabulous singer in my car.  I completely rock it and hit all the notes.  You can catch my act at most stoplights (I’m here till Thursday).

Third, I still like dancing in my red rubber boots to Michael Jackson while doing yardwork. This one does seem to concern the neighbors, but I do see grinning.

Lastly, I am teaching myself the banjo and I am still really horrible and I am ok with that. The beagle snickers, but she really should.

What is the long awaited point you ask?  Find those ridiculous little moments and things that mean absolutely nothing and enjoy them like it’s the last time you ever will.  Stop worrying about how others will judge you (trust me, they will anyway).

Don’t think it will wreck your professional image to be real.  Yes, we all have responsibilities that we must embrace with tact and enthusiasm, but we do not have to lose that kid in us that makes us spontaneous and interesting and most importantly happy.

Bust the stigma that serious succeeds and give ridiculous a try.  What have you got to lose other than your dignity?

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  1. Suzanne Barbour's avatar Suzanne Barbour

    Enjoyed reading – good article ☺

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