The hubris of anyone who has the conceit to tell anyone what they can or can’t do- outside boot camp, shall we say- just slams me. I have a friend coming over in about ten minutes- a wildlife fireman, my best male buddy, who used to be my roommate. Years ago he pronounced in no uncertain terms that a woman couldn’t do 50 men’s pushups. I do sixty every single DAY. We made a $100 bet. The next time we were at the gym, I dragged him over to the mirrored area so that I could watch his face while he counted. Nuff said. I have a serious rotator cuff injury, so now I have to do one-armed pushups on my non-dominant arm. I’m up to twelve. Look, I’m a 65 year old broad. So my fireman buddy and I are discussing having me visit the firehouse and taking bets from the guys. We are doing to clean up. :-) None of us should ever let anyone else’s limited version of who we are, can be, could be or should be define the boundaries of an infinitely possible life, no matter how old. The most powerful thing we can do is…just go out and DO it. That tends to shut people up in a hurry.
Sometimes the kindest thing someone can say is you can’t do that. That gets our dander up. Good. Perfect. Nothing like a gauntlet thrown down to see how motivated we can be to do what we love, dreamed of, or imagined.