In my younger years, I was a rule follower (except when I was a teen)--well MOST of the time. It seems I am living my therapist friend's rule of life. Our crazies get crazier as we get older. BAD NEWS, PEOPLE!
In my rebellious teen years, I sat on the back row of church so we could pass notes, count the grammatical errors of the pastor, sleep---in general do a lot of stuff other than worship. I seemed to have slipped into my old pattern here in my old age--though for quite different reasons. You see, in the church I attend, after the message and final song, THEN they pass the bucket. It feels like we are being asked to contribute based upon today's service. I don't like it! They didn't ask me. SO in my own act of rebellion, I slip out the back door as they begin to play that last song to pass the bucket. (It LITERALLY is a paint bucket-new age offering plate) NOW-before you attack, you DO KNOW you can contribute on line now! I am accompanied by quite a few senior delinquents who are hugging the back row with me.
I have NO shame when it comes to playing the old lady card---go to the front of the line, plead old age when it comes to parking right by the door, shamelessly ask for a discount in EVERY place that expects payment. I feel like I have earned the right to preferential treatment! I might have hiked 10 miles the day before, but I don't want to be inconvenienced in any shape or form when dealing with the public or parking at the grocery store.
It seems with age I now have license to wear what I want when I want, and speak my mind without hesitation. SO if you see me wearing the same clothes I worked out in first thing this morning in the grocery store at 5:00 PM, DO NOT JUDGE! I have gotten past trying to impress and instead lean more toward comfort. And as for speaking my mind, I have the reputation of all cranky old women to uphold. It's up to me to spit out whatever thought crosses my mind and heaven help you if you don't agree with me. I am on a mission to straighten you out!
YES--I have become a Senior Delinquent. After all who would EVER expect the little old lady to have a lead foot, to not follow the rules, to not be sitting at home drinking tea with all the other little old ladies. I am flying UNDER---WAY UNDER the radar. It's GREAT to never be suspected, never questioned, and have a license to be not so good. AFTER ALL--
BLESS HER HEART--SHE'S OLD!
He will once again fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.