Good Moed And G-d Bless
I wanted to be rather than blog. And while one could argue that blogging is part of being, what I mean to say is that I wanted tonight to pass blog free. I was walking out of the Camp IF office, after checking emails and and and - when I saw a quote hanging on the outside wall of this building. The posted words propelled me back here, compelled to share.
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We do not quit playing because we grow old,
we grow old because we quit playing
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- Oliver Wendell Holmes
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 10:52 PM
2 Comments:
I totally agree with that quote. It validates my approach to life in recent years, my conviction to do things that entertain and fascinate me, and never to assume I'm "too old to do ____x____" as I once thought.
Thus: Star Wars fandom, rock concerts, a goofy sense of humor in my late 50s.
Trying to catch up on comments from the top down - and maybe do one of my sneaky posts in a comment (kind of like climbing up the slide, feeling uncomfortable using the ladder). (When I started blogging I remembered the story of the slide. In first or second grade I got in trouble for climbing the slide itself rather than using the ladder. I did it not to be a daredevil but because that was the way that I was comfortably unafraid. I think about that now as I write in a way that I'm comfortable.)
There's a book - when i'm old i'll wear purple, or something like that. I'm not as honest, free, and playful as I'd like to be - but hope I'm growing there.
Cool that you do the stuff you do Anne. Reminds me of the song - I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now (My Back Pages), which reminds me of the story I just heard today.
A colleague told me that her grandson (age 6) was heading out to school and didn't have shoes on so his mother insisted he put on shoes before he left for the day. He went to his room and came back with shoes on and his mother got angry because each shoe was from a different pair. She insisted he go back and he insisted he wear two different shoes.
Grandma intervened and wondered what the big deal was and convinced mommy to let him go with the non matching shoes. When he came home grandma asked if anyone noticed and with a big smile he said, "yes." And he hasn't put on 2 different shoes since. The power struggle ended.
The mother/daughter said to grandma, "If I would have put down 2 different shoes, you'd have freaked." Grandma wisely replied - see how I've grown.
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