On the last January I was visiting the Surf Museum in Oceanside California, scouting out their vintage, gently used shirt collection and had a great conversation with a volunteer. We talked about retail and plovers and waves and seismic sensors. She asked ” Do you have a membership? If you are a legend, over 62, it only costs $25″. I wasn’t offended by her assertion that I look that old but rather taken by the category.
I have heard senior, retired person, retiree, golden ager, old timer, pensioner, geriatric and old fart but never legend. I love the idea and maybe I have enough time to truly qualify. I have 629 days until October 17, 2016 when I turn 62 years old.
I love the category of Legend but just surviving 22,642 days doesn’t seem like enough of an accomplishment to warrant the title.
Every day I am committed to consciously consider how my actions, intentions, ideas, words, work and play might contribute to leading a larger-than-life story that is worthy of admiration. Even if I don’t get there, it will be a blast trying. I can’t even imagine the possibilities that are awaiting now that I have put this statement out to the world.
Make Today Legendary,
Bob
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