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You're Not Too Old

“I’m too old,” a friend said to me when I asked her to go with me to the (gym).“What do you mean you’re too old?” I asked.“I’m almost 73," she said, "and when you get to be my age, you can’t do the things you use to do.”
I’ve heard that mantra from people younger than me, “I’m old.”They talk almost obsessively about their age.I wonder if it’s an excuse not to try anything new.When one says one is old, what exactly does that mean?
“I'm old. I’d just rather sit in front of the TV, and watch the world go by, content in my suffering."Satisfied to live vicariously?
Does it mean one is ready to give up on life, sit down and wait for death?Have they stopped living? Not interested in exploring new areas? Close minded, stuck in the past; unable to accept changes?
Does that mean all the aches and pains remind one of ones age. And prevents them from trying something new?
“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” one friend said when I tried to get him to accompany me to a cla…

Vanity, Thy Name Is...

I don't think we ever outgrow vanity in some form or another.I remember when I was young, my eyesight was so bad that I needed to wear thick glasses. I wore them reluctantly, and would remove them whenever I could though it left me quite blind. Unless I wore those thick lens, my world was draped in blurred images like the time years ago, when I was in a play at a theatre in L.A. Though I was part of the Greek chorus, every evening before running on stage I left my glasses upstairs in the dressing room and made my way down to the stage. To this day, I couldn't tell you who was in the audience. We could have been playing to an empty house as far as I could see.
Hating to wear glasses as a young girl was understandable then. During my teenage and young adult years I was very aware of the saying "men (boys) don't make passes at girls who wear glasses."More than a few times I and my other spectacle-wearing friends suffered under the moniker "four eyes" hurled…