Next week I sing again in a small theatre in the hart of Amsterdam. It reminded me of this blog that I posted at the beginning of this year.
I look at myself in the mirror, I’m staring at the irrevocable process of growing older. I can brush it off and tell you I don’t mind. That would be a lie. I don’t like the signs in my face that show I’m ageing. But, I also feel blessed that I’m ageing, because if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be walking around here anymore and I like to be here. Life is fun!
Last Saturday I went dancing. I was probably one of the oldest people in the club as it was an 18+ party, but to me it didn’t matter. I just loved the atmosphere, the music and the dancing.
The real burden of growing old is not the lines in my face, not my body that becomes less beautiful. It’s my mind judging myself and trying to stick to youth.
Next Saturday I will sing Alphavilles “Forever Young” on…
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