For the past several months, I've been having ongoing chats in my head between my current self and my imagined 90-year-old self. I've been trying to use her perspective on life to keep my head on straight when making decisions - from the day to day kind to the big ones. She's been encouraging me to look at how I spend my time and energy, asking me if they're focused on what I truly value. She's told me I don't spend enough time talking with my family (I'll be calling home once I hit "publish" on this post). I've had many a talk with her about being self-conscious about my legs which finally led me to declare this as my year to Get Over It. Her constant encouragement helped me make serious headway in the Getting Over It Department (e.g. wearing shorts with regularity this summer, busting out knee-length skirts with bare legs, and donning capris when I run... it's quite earth shattering, I know). She had something to do with us deciding a loft instead of a more traditional house when we moved earlier this year. She set me straight about saving for retirement (Shona nudged me in the right direction, too). And my husband and father can blame 90-year old Suzy for occasional lapses in blog posting. Recently, 90-year old Suzy has been trying to get me to talk about my ideas on having kids some day. I haven't felt up for the conversation yet. Care to share what your 90-year old self would like to talk about with you?
P.S. 90-year old Suzy has a jazzy short hair cut and funky glasses. Good to know.
P.P.S. You may have read Andrea's beautiful post, "things I'd like to tell my 17-year old self." As I mentioned in the comments there, it struck a chord with me and my 90 year-old friend.
P.P.S. Have you left a comment for the sulu-design earring giveaway? I'm really looking forward to reading comments about your 90-year old self here, but only comments left under Monday's post will be counted in the giveaway.