Age is nothing but a fucking number, one we give way too much power to. After I told a client I am moving to Panama at 60 and watched her jaw hit the floor, I started thinking about my dad. This man got married the second time at 73. Seventy-three! My siblings panicked, disagreed, rolled their eyes... meanwhile I was over here like, “Go for it, Dad… how much longer can you possibly live?”
Well, joke’s on all of us because he celebrated 24 years of marriage and lived to be 97. Yup. The man who married in his seventies ended up having the longest marriage in the entire family.
So the next time someone tells you you are “too old” to start something new? Smile, flip your metaphorical hair, and remember my dad, proof that life does not give a damn fuck about your timeline. It just wants you to keep living it.
