Last November I went to a concert, to see Smokey
Robinson
to be exact. And it was awesome. I was definitely in the minority, most
of the
audience was over the age of fifty , and not by a year or two, but way
more than
I am. But they sure knew how to have a good time!
The woman sitting directly in front of me was having an
especially good time.
Every time the band played and Smokey sung one of her favorite songs,
she would
jump up from her seat and dance in place. Sometimes other people around
us were
standing up, clapping and dancing, but often she was the only one on her
feet.
But she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was the only one in our
section
dancing, or even standing up. She was celebrating this moment, this
song, this
experience.
Of course her celebration was
basically blocking my view. Since her seat was
right in front of mine, whenever she got up to dance, I could only see a
third
of good old Smokey himself. At one point my not then husband looked over
and gave me a
sad faced kind of grimace, apologizing that I couldn’t see. But
truthfully, I
didn’t care. This woman was so darn happy; it made me happy just to be
around
her. She was getting such joy from the music and the performance; I
couldn’t
help but be affected by it. Whenever she would get up and dance, I
couldn’t
stop smiling.
This woman was probably
nearing the age of my mother, and all I could think was, I want
to be that happy, that excited, that rocking in twenty five years. I
want to be
the kind of lady that celebrates life and grabs onto joy whenever its
around. I
want to rejoice in those pure blissful moments. I want to stand up at a
concert
and sing and dance and clap along with the band. I want all those
whippersnappers to look at me in awe and say ‘that is one gorgeous and
cool old lady’.
But nothing happens
overnight right? I can’t expect to wake up at 75 with all
the answers and a convenient pair of rose tinted glasses on the
nightstand. So
I’m starting now, today; I’m making new habits. First, I’m going to
dance more;
just put on a CD in the middle of the afternoon and boogie in my living
room.
Second, I’m going to make a conscious effort to recognize the joy in my
life.
To be in the moment and appreciate the bliss that finds me every day.
I’m going
to celebrate my life.
And in twenty five
years, I’m going to rock that concert.
I am
going to be that lady blocking your view.
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