A meme circulating social media proclaims (and I paraphrase), “I don’t want to grow old with grace. I want mischief and mayhem.”
I wholeheartedly agree! Give me mischief and mayhem—as long as it’s expressed with grace.
And that’s the crux of it. We often take words, twist their meaning, and rally against not just the word but the very essence it embodies.
I do want to grow old with grace! But a fierce grace. A grace that embraces all my facets and expressions. A grace that allows me to fiercely claim my space, in whatever way I choose. I want to dance wildly, love fiercely, and devour every moment of life with gusto.
So let’s stop quibbling over semantics. Let’s start living—and aging—with a fierce, fiery, and fearless grace.
Dare Boldly 
Absolutely. I love the one about arriving at the grave in a beat up body! And mine will be that!
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Me too! Let’s get wild(er), bolder, beater-up-ier! 🙂
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No worries on the more beat up!
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I cannot even begin to say just HOW MUCH I agree with your words, Louise…. YES, that‘s what we do and will do and learn to do if we haven‘t done it until now. We have so many similar discussions here to what you write, you wouldn‘t believe it. We are taking leave of so many friends lately (they die ‚in waves‘) that one cannot but be fiercely thankful for every day we live. Yesterday a walking companion said to me: You know why we have all little complaints and health issues from 70 onwards? It‘s so that we know we‘re still alive…. made me laugh and I added: But do you also know why we have so many laughter lines on our face? It‘s so that everybody knows HOW ALIVE we still are.
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Oh wow Kiki! I LOVE your response! Love. Love. Love.
Thank you. ❤
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Ahhh… the WP gremlins are still at it I see. I’m actually having trouble getting my gmail to link up to my own account!
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