So, I’m home right now. I got back from China last week and decided to have a little time in my hometown before I go back to school in a few weeks. I visited with my grandma the other day and she told me a story that I loved and that I wanted to share:
She told me about her friend. Her friend is 93 years old, and still walks, talks, and even drives! Apparently, her friend’s grandson owns a tattoo parlor, which I find really funny because my grandma is a “church lady”, and the friend she was telling me about is someone who she puts on church events with. So the idea that this little old church lady has a tatted up grandson makes me smile.
And apparently, her grandson does more than just own a tattoo parlor… he’s a straight-up tattoo enthusiast. One of those types who’s covered head-to-toe and believes that everyone on Earth should have at least one tattoo.
So, he bugged her, telling her that he would give her a tattoo at some point. But of course, being the little old church lady that she is, she said no.
For her 70th birthday, she said no.
For her 80th birthday, she said no.
But finally, on her 90th birthday she said, “What the hell, I’m 90.”
And, at 90 years old, she got her first tattoo, drawn on by her grandson. It was a butterfly.
When she told me that story, I couldn’t help but smile uncontrollably. I always fell like my life still hasn’t begun, and I fear that I’m going to die before I ever accomplish anything or before I’m ever happy. So, to know that people are out there having new experiences at 90 years old makes me feel really good. It makes me feel like maybe my life isn’t over yet. Like maybe there are still some new experiences down the road for me.
Also, it kind of puts things into perspective. I’m 28. And I’m sure that if I were to talk to this 93-year-old-tatted-up-rockstar-church-lady, and told her that I feel like what should have been the best years of my life are behind me and have been wasted, she’d probably laugh. She’s probably done a lot in her life between the ages of 28 and 93. Hell, she probably did a lot between the ages of 50 and 93, or even 70 and 93!
I guess I liked this story so much because it showed me that it’s never too late to do things. You’re never actually too old or too whatever you excuse is. We all have the chance to be our best and have fun everyday. Regardless of age.
~ The Dark Horse
(This was maybe 10% proofread, and I’ll admit, I proofread while sipping tea so I had a giant mug covering most of my view of the screen…but hey, it was a great cup of tea!)