Dear Friends,
There is always a tug of war between who I should be and who I am! My culture, upbringing and of course my two year-old “grandma” status expect me to act a certain way. Although I’m not exactly sure how “that certain way ” will look on me, every so often I catch myself fantasizing about it!
The voices say "Grandma slow down!" I say "Go dancing girl!"
A few compatriots whom I used to call friends, are also urging me to embrace the "new" phase of my life! However, I don't recall having cancelled the lease on the "old" phase yet!
So naturally, the first night I went to “disco,” (at eleven o’clock) I was accompanied by some doubts. The lights were flashing, the music was loud and the cliental half my son's age!
If “acting my age” meant leaving the dance floor to the teenagers who were occupying it, and joining the adults in the piano bar, no chance! There was no way I was going to let seven nights of dancing slip away from me!
“Get in! They will get use to us!” I pushed my girlfriend in and took some ownership of the place! Not only the teen-agers danced with us and around us, but they also didn't call us "Ma'am!" I was so grateful to them for letting me behave "my" age!
As it stands, I’m caught somewhere between Sex and the City and The Golden Girls! My seven nights of dancing till dawn testifies to the fact that I shall not be "leaving" anytime soon or peacefully, for that matter! However, I’m sure one day when I'm finally "pushed" into the “next" phase of my life, things will be less blurry and confusing for people around me. Until then, I remain very grateful for my convictions, physical stamina and “joie de vie!"
Have an exhilarating day everyone!
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