Do You Believe in Second Chances?
Jane of the Jungle, the more I do. Jane of the Jungle is my ultimate second chances story.
I'm a baby boomer, an old one. After a long life of the usual ups and downs, it's easy to believe that all is said and done. It's easy to expect little or nothing from the time we have left; which, with modern medicine, may be a long time. How depressing.
Imagine: instead of retiring to the rocking chair, you retire and start a second life. The world is your oyster, as it was when you were twenty-two. You feel alive, energetic, horny, and attractive. Thanks to that facelift and gym membership, you even are attractive. In Jane's case, she had no choice about giving up her home. But even if we are not in dire straits, why not chuck the long years of intimacy with a mortgage, housekeeping and landscaping....and hit the road?
I used to think stripped down retirement was just for the financially unfortunate. But maybe not....check it out:
"I wandered for a while and had a few minor adventures. One was exceptional and showed me that my new life would be something I had never expected. I had driven into the woods on an old logging road and was eating my lunch on the soft spring ground when I became aware of a red fox staring at me. For some reason he seemed to have no fear of me, so I threw him a piece of my ham sandwich.
“That’s kind of you, but no thank you,” he said. “I just ate.”
I looked at the sandwich: it did not appear to be spoiled. I tried to recall if I had inadvertently taken some of my husband’s pills with my brandy last night, but I was certain I hadn’t.
“Never seen a talking fox, eh?” he said to me.
“Uh…no, now that you mention it,” I replied. “Never.”
The fox laughed. “Most people haven’t,” he said kindly.
Suddenly the whole world seemed to fold in on itself like a piece of soft bread. “Holy shit,” I mumbled to myself.
The fox laughed again, not unkindly. “It is a shock at first, but I think you’ll get used to it.”
“You have spirit.”
“I do?” Personally I had always thought of my “spirit” as an anger problem.
“You are about to embark on a very adventurous life,” the fox said. “Don’t forget me.”
And then he was gone."
Perhaps now that baby boomers such as myself will probably live to be as old as trees, the proper thing to do at retirement age is to shed your skin like a snake, and set out anew, set out anew!