Mom Thinks I’m Getting Old

Duff again. The other day, I was Revving Up to jump into the Car. After measuring the Distance in My Precise manner, I took a Running Leap. And missed the Edge of the Driver’s side Entrance. As I tumbled to the Ground, I could see Mom already moving rapidly toward Me, concerned I hurt Myself. But I was more Embarrassed than anything Else. I kept My distance from Her, for this was only a minor Error in Spatial Judgment. Not particularly living unstuck Then.

I backed up a Little Further for the Next Try. Then Mom reached down to Pick Me up and Put me in the Car. Can You imagine? I was Incensed. I backed Up even further and gave Her The Look. You know, the one that says, “Leave me be. I can do This,” for I am an Independent Pup. I suspect She thought I was getting Old. Perish the Thought! She then tried to Pick me up once again, but I was having None of It. To update You: That next Attempt was a Success. All was Well and off We went. Truly living unstuck.

Are You keeping a Youthful Mindset? Or are You pretending to be Old and not Stepping up to Challenges? Stretching those Horizons? I say: Nonsense! If You have a Sense of Adventure and Joy in the Moment, You can be Any Age You Wish. I’d suggest picking something Younger, for I Hear growing Old is a Real Challenge. Don’t Do it. Live unstuck. #unstuckliving#youngatheart

There is absolutely nothing to be said in favor of growing old. There ought to be legislation against it.

—Patrick Moore