I’ve Never Thought About 80-Year-Old Me…
Until this morning
Does she still write? What does she look like? Does her body ache? How does she go about her day? Does she drive? How many of her friends are living? Siblings? Cousins?
Contemplated and written April 21, 2024, The Concourse Vertical Village, 8:15 a.m.
What prompted me to fast-forward my mind nearly three and a half decades into the future? Usually, when I write personal narratives, I share stories from the past even if the past was the day before.
I can see yesterday much clearer. I know where I’ve been, and what I’ve done.
I reflect. I journal. I understand the past. And I make an effort to live mindfully and intentionally. I am present.
Yes, I have goals, timelines, and milestones, but I’ve never thought about 80-year-old Carmellita until this morning.
In my story Creative Expression is the Language That Lives in Our Hearts and Spirits, I shared my encounter with a nosey neighbor. Her name is MaryAnn. Everyone in our “urban village” knows MaryAnn because she makes sure you know her.
This morning while getting some fresh juice from the new superfoods bar in our building, I ran into a neighbor I hadn’t seen in a while. She and MaryAnn would walk their dogs together every morning.
