The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was spectacular as I watched from the back on a rocker. I spent more time watching the little birds vie for position on the feeders. After all, sunset is fantastic, but fun is fun.
I read an article today about fun. It was not well documented and had no link to any study data, so I took it with a grain of salt. The article said that out of a thousand people surveyed, a majority said that fun stopped at age 45. They took it further to say there is no concept of fun after 45, and that creativity and imagination peak at age 6.
I sat thinking about it for a few moments tonight as I watched the birds play and thought about how it would be fun to giggle and laugh on a birdfeeder. I thought about an article my work shared and how the aging workforce could be a way to solve issues; I thought about a book I am writing now and finishing the ending. Then I smiled.
The word “poppycock” has a particular meaning. It is as it sounds, nonsense. I thought about that word for a few moments.
If you believe you lose fun at 45, you are the problem, not the age. I know people who lost their idea of fun at 18. Many people will tell you their ex lost their idea of fun when they put the ring on. (Fun poke, don’t take it too seriously) but the truth is, fun is up to you. You make a choice every day to have fun or not to have fun, and in the process, you become your own gatekeeper.
Join me for a moment in your mind, young or old, and let’s fly away on magical wings, laugh at the birds, smile at the world, and have fun each day. We can do this and stay young at heart every day without regard to age if we stop letting the world decide for us. It is our choice; let’s choose to be spectacular.
So as the sun sets on another day, each day is a gift, and I wanna open presents! With that in mind, let’s enjoy the world and all the time we can spend each and every day. We can be young at heart well into our 90s if we remember to have fun every day, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and what a ride…