Swimming outside in March!
Never too late for a first time
When I passed the age of 50 I felt, too late to be a woman. And 5 years later, I did marry again. We were dancing, kissing in forest. Happy. Then.
At 60, I was forced to retire, what now? I did not see what was for me around the corner. I begun to write, to translate my diaries (10-60), and went to learn how to create and lead a workshop. I was active again.
As 70 approached scared I begun to prove “life is not finished at 70". Begun photography and taking portraits of people in Paris, connecting again. Opened a blog, two blogs. Got new friends, good pals through the web. Then in London, begun to speak in public. In English!
And I did prove in the last ten years there is so much new things one can experience, discover, do after the 70th passed. Photography, learning new things, telling stories about my life, and at 77 even performing Standup Comedy in different clubs in London.
Falling in love again, this time, with the audience.
Now, approaching 80th, I have to give myself courage again, and yesterday, going to a heated outside swimming pool in London, was a good beginning.
Suddenly I felt, there are many more firsts still before me: I have never swam outside in March till yesterday! I felt again well in my body, forgotten, for the moment at least, the knee hurting, and even my age. And I will go back, the Charlton Lido and the experience was wonderful.
There are so many “firsts” in our lives, at any age!
