I recently learned that today was As Young As You Feel Day. Did you know that the average American starts feeling old at the age of 47? I have my fair share of aches and pains, but I try not to let them get in the way of living. No matter what your chronological age, if you feel young the number of candles on your last birthday cake doesn't matter.
With the holiday in mind all day I tried to think and act young. When I left the house in the morning, instead of my comfortable baggy jeans I wore a pair of slim, bright purple ones and one of my newer shirt with a large floral print.
I drove Hubby Tony to an appointment, and then walked around the area while I waited for him to be done. When my rambling took me next to a flat-topped curb I decided to see if I could walk and balance on top of it. It did not go well, but I was glad I tried.
Back at home, I got ready for a noontime commitment. The last thing I did before leaving the house was call the person I was going to meet with and found out that she had become unavailable. I looked outside, saw that it was raining, and decided to be thankful instead of angry. (I would have gotten wet walking from the parking lot to that commitment. No outside walking meant that I would stay dry.)
Several hours later Tony suggested we get out of the house. It was supposed to
be raining off and on all day, so I looked at my phone app and discovered
there was a 50 percent chance of precipitation. However, that also meant a 50
percent change of no precipitation. We put our jackets on and had a wonderful
Five years ago today:
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