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No matter where this election takes us -- let's keep pushing and believing. We live in a true democracy and a really true blue America and a country where freedom isn't just for a few, but every living American of every color, every gender and every race.
I was part of that Silent Generation born in 1923. Hard to believe now that I'm 93 and in what they call the twilight years and I have a better word for those years -- the years ahead, because I'm far from finished. Whatever is out there, I'm ready.
If you want to give yourself a super charge just 10 minutes out of your busy day -- then connect with Jose and you will experience boundless energy and strength. You, too, can be a great team and what's more -- you will look better, feel better and life will be better. It's really so simple.
I haven't auditioned in over 70 years, so doing an audition at this time in my life is not exactly the norm. Doing a simple audition with sides is one thing, but performing as a 'yenta' a gossipy Jewish lady with a heavy Yiddish accent is entirely another venue. Not entirely impossible, just challenging.
"Life in itself is a challenge and you can either accept it and take action, or you can sit and do nothing," Huff/Post50
I honestly never think about the number of years I have been on this planet. But I do think about the millions of miles my divine, wonderful and dependable feet have travelled, and it never ceases to amaze me.
You are two persons living together. You and your brain. You are not the boss. Your mind is the boss. I love my mind when it behaves and does what I ask it to do, which most of the time it does not.
About 10 years ago a good friend, who I totally respected and who is publishing a book on his philosophy of living called 'Presence Is Power' (love the title), told me that if I didn't get a computer there was no way I could keep up, understand, or live in this world of electronics. Finally, I gave in.
Do you remember when you were 5 years old and you thought Christmas only came once in a lifetime, because it took so long to come again? Why did I have to wait so long? Those 364 days were endless. Now decades later, Christmas comes like an avalanche.
My body is my treasure, my best friend, and my first instrument. Muscles, tendons and even memory, tend to wear thin. Arthritis and osteoporosis show their ugly faces and at 91, I have both. But there are formulas for winning over these infirmities.
Tango, salsa, samba, rumba, bolero. All the Latin dances, bring crowds to the dance floor. But one stands apart, with star quality. TANGO! Just the name alone has a sound different from all the rest.
Yoga is a way of giving back. The gift of life. Your body is a temple and if you give in, you will find universality. Yoga clears the mind and energizes the body and one is at peace with oneself and the universe. Yoga gives me a reason to wake up every day. Each day is a creative and positive day, when I'm practicing yoga.
To introduce something new in your life, you need to open your eyes, your ears and your mind. Something new in your life is a wire you can grab hold of at any age, so lighten up, experiment and have fun. You might surprise yourself! It's never, ever, too late!
Celebrating a 91st birthday is not what I'm after. Celebrating being here is where it's at. Celebrating the air we breathe, the ground we walk on. I celebrate each day that I wake up and can see the puffy white clouds in a beautiful blue sky. I celebrate living in this amazing city of Los Angeles.
Do you realize how incredible you are to have gotten this far? You are only as old as you think you are. Now start a new page and enjoy the thought of what is possible. Thinking you can and you will! Go for the reality and clean up your act. You have everything you need and probably more than you need.
We all have a different interpretation of freedom. For me, freedom is doing what I want to do. Love it, practice, what I want to do and do it well!
Being born is one thing. Being born in NYC in 1923 is the best thing! That year has colored my entire life. To be a part of the Broadway scene in 1944 and to dance in the Shubert Theater and walk through stage door 6, nights and matinees. That was living!
I have a few thoughts about jumping out of a plane. Am I nervous? Am I frightened? Anxiety, yes, but once I'm flying I'll let go. At 85, it was the same with trapeze. Jumping from the platform was one thing, but flying was a piece of cake! On the trapeze, I was weightless and selfless.