Alright, girls and boys… I was going to wait a little longer before posting, but I just can’t resist! Especially with all the recent chatter about Boomers.
Here’s the thing—I’m not even a Boomer! I’m an 82-year-old pre-Boomer, a WWII baby from one of those famous wartime quickie marriages. The classic line “Baby, I might not make it back!” worked on my mother and plenty of other women who later became Rosie the Riveters.
But let’s get to the point. I’m gearing up for my first big adventure in September—heading north into Canada to take on the Cabot Trail. And before anyone tells me I shouldn’t or couldn’t—I ask you: Why not?
Sure, there are reasons why someone my age might hesitate. But guess what? I still have all my marbles—maybe even a few more than some of my family members! In my day, I was a serious Colorado backpacker, trained in cold-weather mountaineering. I might not have been the best in my class, but I learned how to gear up, stay safe, and keep moving forward.
And here’s a pro tip for the road—if you ever have to stitch yourself up, pack a big-eyed needle and dental floss in your first aid kit. Just saying.
But more importantly—don’t let fear or doubt stop you. In life, you can either keep pedaling, get off the bike, or fall over. I’ve skinned my knees a few times, sure—but I’m not about to fall over anytime soon. And when my time comes, I’m going out with my boots on.
So pull up your bootstraps—you are stronger and more capable than you think. And remember:
– Crawling will still get you there.
-Three hops are just as good as one big leap.
Now get out there and live! xo
Credit: Tara Van Meter ( respect 🫡)
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