CAROUSEL

Tonight, on a whim, I thumbed my nose at the world and defiantly planted a flag of conquest! Conquest over the notion that some things are just not my age to do. I rode a painted pony on a carousel at the shopping mall.

Yep, I jumped into the saddle like a pro, wearing my dark Kasper pantsuit, freshly trimmed silver hair and fabulous jewelry and grabbed the pole that kept my horsey in check like my life depended on it. Quite a sight, I imagine, but I really didn't care. I smiled as the horse pranced its paces through the musicbox songs, and sat with my back straight and flashed a great smile!

Every now and then we need a literal return to innocence, I think, otherwise we might become jaded, or stuck in our thinking.

The music slowed down and the carousel lady asked in a kind voice, "Did you have a good time?" I said, "Yes, every minute of it," and sashayed away.

All a part of getting ready for the next phase of my life...