Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Free Spirit

She was probably around 70 with one of the earphones from her iPod dangling. She was leaning against the lamp post, maybe waiting for someone, maybe waiting for the light to change, most likely just soaking up the sun. And then the music moved her.

Completely carefree, completely oblivious to the world around her, she danced. She reveled in the moment.

I saw one driver laughing, another looking embarrassed for her, but I felt admiration. Good for her!

I would love to be that confident, that willing to do my own thing, no matter who is watching, no matter what someone else might think.

The light changed, and I drove with a smile. 

I want to be her when I grow up.


Penelope said...


Kori said...

Anne Lamott wrote a lovely, lovely essay about gypsy women and this post reminded me of it. I want to be like her now!

Tara R. said...

I want to be her too. I want to have that sort of carefree attitude.