Coffee With My Girlfriend…
I was talking with a girlfriend today and telling her that when I crouched down earlier to retrieve something, my knee actually creaked. Not delicately either. I’m talking something out of some sad comedy where I’m playing the lead character and everyone else knows that I’m no longer a young woman, but I haven’t quite figured it out for myself, so I’m completely clueless.
It seems that somewhere along the way, my mind’s eye of who I see every day does not match my actual age at all. I see this late twenties or early thirties something gal who embraces life with glee and exuberance and yes, even a bit boisterousness on those rare occasions like some bull in a china shop. Which is why when my girlfriend giggled and called me graceful and gentle. I looked around the coffee shop convinced that someone else was standing right behind me.
I then leaned over and playfully whispered, “You should really come join me in reality sometime soon because I just don’t see myself that way at all.”
She then asked, “How exactly do you see yourself?”
I thought for a moment and then quoted a favorite of mine.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
~ Dylan Thomas ~
I told her that I didn’t want to be some pretty wallflower taking a leisurely drive into old age. Where I simply discarded youthful things along the way because that was what was expected of me. I wanted to embrace getting older on my terms. Not resign myself to it. Where you simply accept everything about getting older and wait in some twisted queue while your life slowly fades into oblivion and you eventually die. Oh no, I intended to play hard and live life out loud until I could no longer move and then maybe…I might just slow down a wee bit to catch my breath. Maybe.
Then like the smartass she can be sometimes my girlfriend sweetly asked, “Is your knee raging against the dying of the light?”
That’s when I laughed while also choking on a sip of coffee and replied, “Apparently.”
I just love the way my girlfriend gets me. *grin*
~ Strawberry Angel ~ August 27, 2014 ~