Pick Living

I walked into a facility this afternoon. The cutest elderly lady was walking the hallway. Forty five minutes later, after visiting my client, she was still walking them.I stopped. She stopped. “You are adorable. My name is Millie.”She extended her hand out, “I’m Betty.” I drew her close and gave her a hug. She smelled delicate.“I think it’s wonderful you walk so much and without any assistance.”“At this age if I don’t everything gets stiff!” She giggled.She didn’t say her age. She must be in her 80’s.“What’s the best part of being this age?” I don’t know why I asked.She smiled and without skipping a beat, “I’ve lived! Long. It’s been a life. It’s been full. It’s been a privilege. I don’t have to rush anywhere. I’m already there.”I saw no signs of dementia. She was clear. Strong. Alert. I caught myself exhaling a deep pause. My arms got goosebumps which is a sign of truth and a divine aha.I hugged her again. She touched my left cheek. I thanked her for the hall pass and class. She smiled. Her eyes twinkled. She kept walking.I am grateful for living. This long as well. I’ve never been this old. I will never be this young again. It’s a privilege. I’m trying not to rush. Signs keep showing up about slowing down. I have chosen this life. Not settling for anything that makes me cringe. I’m here...Collecting wisdom from halls and angels.