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Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, January 11, 2010
Last weekend, we looked at Toyotas, Hondas, and Ford's. We came away from the experience feeling like old fogey's. We wanted good gas mileage and comfort-- heated seats, padded of course with lumbar support, and a comfy ride - no jostling around from bumpy roads for us. The winner so far--2010 Ford Taurus. My current car is also a Taurus. But it's way expensive, so this weekend we looked at Mazda's as well. The Taurus is still our number one choice. But we're learning we can negotiate. It's a blast being 60 years old and not caring what the car salesman thinks of me. I don't need his approval. I don't need him to like me. I just want the best deal I can get. When he tried to talk me into taking a car on the lot to get closer to my price, I blurted, "If I'm spending _____ f----g dollars for a car, I'm damned well going to get what I want in it!" His jaw dropped and he blushed. Didn't expect a white-haired woman to speak that way. Neither did I!
Not caring what strangers think or whether they like me is one of the most freeing things about aging. I try to be the best person I can be in every moment, but I slip. A lot. I'm human. I apologized to the young man for the language. He just shrugged.
Prior to going to the car dealer, I sang at a rehabilitation facility. One of the songs, "Put on a Happy Face" from Bye Bye Birdie, made just about everyone in the audience smile. How blessed am I to be able to spend time doing what I love and making others happy at the same time?