Did I hear you say, “Seriously?” Or perhaps you said, “Are you crazy?”  Or maybe, just maybe, you are like me and want to live to be 100 years old?

I imagine this is me in the photo above tending to my flowers. I love the middle of May when I can go shopping for annuals. It’s like therapy to me planting all the colorful blooms in my clay pots. I imagine I will never tire of this.

I imagine I will live in a little white house with periwinkle shutters. There is a sweet little white house in my town where a cute little grandma resides. Every time I walk by, it makes me smile. I imagine I will have a sweet, handsome younger neighbor who will help me out when I need help with maintenance issues.

I imagine I will have a little wiener dog. Whether this one will be in a wheelchair or not, I am not sure. But I do imagine I’ll need to walk that sweet short dog around the block at least once a day, and talk with her throughout the day, and hold her each night on lap.

I imagine I may have some aches and pains but am hopeful my daily work of thinking positive and doing things that bring me joy will help those aches and pains seem minimal. And who knows, maybe my daily practice of yoga will be something I still do. I like to think that this is possible.

I imagine sharing my wisdom with neighborhood children and encouraging them to live each day to the fullest.

I imagine I will still like my glass of wine at the end of the day. Perhaps my end of day will start a bit earlier, since bedtime may come sooner too.

I imagine that John will still be at my side…at 104 years old.  Though if he does not have the same imagination as mine, this story may be a bit different. I will then pray for strength and comfort knowing I will see him again someday.

I imagine when my time is done on earth I will move swiftly to the other side in my slumber to the next realm, young in body once again, though in full spirit of knowing I was here on earth.

Yes, I want to live to be 100 years old.  Anyone with me?