Similar to an old post but a lovely quote which I find myself returning to again and again....
It was written in a magazine article so I never found out the woman's name. A girl was on a course for something I can't remember and there were many young people on it. However, there was one woman who was around 80 years old and when asked why she had decided to do something like this at her time in life she replied:
"You don't stop playing because you grow old, you grow old because you stop playing."
Today's question:
Where in your life have you stopped playing?
In what way does you inner child fight to come out and play?
About me:
Can you believe that I (at nearly 31 years old) thought on my 30th birthday, that I was old????? WHAT!!!!??
I did, I was upset....I was concerned about it all...the age I always thought I would never get to.....was suddenly there! I began to think that there was so much I wanted to still achieve and I was running out of time.
Thankfully I have such great support around me that I soon saw that in fact 30 is really young. I have heaps of time left to play. It doesn't have to stop. I can still achieve everything I set out to achieve. I can create anything I wish. Plus the fact that with what I know now...the next 30, 40, 50...60 years will only be bigger, brighter and indeed more playful than ever!!!!
Now where is that hula hoop....
on my 30th i thought i was old too.... wierd!
ReplyDeletenow at 32 I feel like things are just beginning.
Thanks for the nice comment on my blog.... i wish i could hear your accent through the blog as well. planning a trip to scotland next spring, so i imagine i will get my fill....ha
We were at the beach today and there were two men in their 60's playing frisbee. My son leaned into me and asked, why are two old guys playing frisbee? I said, son, you're never too old to play.
ReplyDeleteI play as often as it feels right.
Orsoifeel- That's great! You will definitely get your fill over there...enjoy
ReplyDeleteErin- Love it! I am glad you play often too...
The thing I find at this ripe old age of 52 is that I feel and think like I am 20. It is not me but the people who perceive me that have the problem. My problem is I worry about what they think.
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