Let me tell you something that took me nearly eighty years to figure out.
Life is not a spreadsheet. It is not a carefully calibrated plan
that you execute flawlessly until you run out of time. If it were, we would all
be bored out of our ever-loving minds.
No, life is a surprise machine. And surprises are life's
ultimate way of gently, or sometimes not so gently, tapping you on the shoulder
and saying, "Wake up, sleepyhead. You're missing the show."
Here is the trouble with us sensible seniors. We have learned
things. We have survived things. We have accumulated wisdom like squirrels
accumulate nuts, and we are rightly proud of our stash.
But sometimes that wisdom becomes a cage.
We know what we like. We know what we do not like. We know what
works and what does not work. And somewhere along the way, we stop asking new
questions because we already have all the answers.
But here is the thing about answers. They are just old questions
that fell asleep.
And when we stop asking new questions, we stop growing. We stop
transforming. We become monuments to ourselves, and monuments are lovely to
visit, but they do not dance, they do not laugh, and they certainly do not try
kale for the first time at age seventy-eight. (I did not like it, but I will try it again in 10 years,)
Let me explain the phrase "Rainbows and Clydesdales."
A rainbow is a surprise. You do not schedule it. You do not earn
it. You are just going about your rainy day, feeling a bit glum, and suddenly
the sun breaks through and there it is, a ridiculous, glorious, impossible arc
of colour painted across the sky. It asks nothing of you except that you look
up and say, "Oh."
A Clydesdale, on the other hand, is a different kind of
surprise. Have you ever seen one up close? They are enormous. They are
magnificent. They are the gentle giants of the horse world. And if you are
lucky enough to encounter one, maybe at a fair, maybe pulling a wagon full of
tourists, maybe just standing in a field looking impossibly large, you cannot
help but feel a little bit smaller and a little bit wonder-full at the same
time.
Neither rainbows nor Clydesdales care about your schedule.
Neither asks for your opinion. Neither requires a committee meeting.
They just show up. And they make you feel alive.
That is what I mean by thinking outside the box. Not because
outside the box is smarter. Because outside the box is where the rainbows and
Clydesdales live.
Here is my challenge to you. Starting tomorrow morning, do one
thing a day that surprises someone. Especially yourself.
Not big things. You do not need to take up skydiving or learn to
play the bagpipes (please do not learn to play the bagpipes unless you live
very far from other humans).
Small things.
- Put a
rubber chicken on the kitchen table. Leave it there. Say nothing.
- Call
your adult child and leave a voicemail that is just you humming the
Jeopardy theme song.
- Wear
one purple sock and one green sock. Act like you do not notice.
- Put a
funny sticker on your walker. A googly eye on your cane. A tiny plastic
flamingo in your houseplant.
These are not ridiculous acts. These are acts of rebellion. They
are you reminding yourself that you are not a monument. You are a living,
breathing, surprising human being who still has the capacity to delight.
And here is the best part. When you do something surprising, you
force everyone around you to ask a new question.
Why is there a rubber chicken on the table?
Did Dad just hum the Jeopardy theme song?
Is he really wearing mismatched socks, or is this a test?
Those questions wake people up. They shake them out of their own
deep sleep. And before you know it, you are not just a senior. You are a
leader. You are a role model. You are the person who reminded everyone that
life is allowed to be fun.
A few years ago, I decided to wear a Hawaiian shirt to a formal board meeting. Not aggressively formal, but the kind of meeting where people wear collared shirts and use words like "strategic alignment."
I walked in. People stared. No one said anything.
Halfway through the meeting, the treasurer, a lovely woman, looked at me and said, "Royce, is that
a palm tree on your shirt?"
I said, "It is. I am conducting a strategic alignment of
tropical vibes."
She laughed. The whole room laughed. And the meeting was better
for it. People loosened up. Ideas flowed. We got more done in that hour than in
the previous two meetings combined.
All because of a stupid shirt.
That is the power of thinking differently. It is not about being
smarter. It is about being looser. It is about giving yourself permission to be
a little ridiculous so that the people around you give themselves permission to
be a little human.
Here is a truth that might surprise you. The young people in
your life are not looking for you to have all the answers. They have Google for
that.
What they are looking for is permission. Permission to be
uncertain. Permission to try things and fail. Permission to laugh in the middle
of hard times. Permission to wear mismatched socks and put rubber chickens on
tables.
And you can give them that permission simply by doing it
yourself.
When you act like a monument, you tell them that life is serious
and mistakes are not allowed and joy is for children.
When you act like a rainbow or a Clydesdale, unexpected,
glorious, a little ridiculous, you tell them that life is allowed to be strange
and wonderful and that growing older does not mean growing stiff.
Which message do you want to send?
So here is my challenge to you for this week.
Find one rainbow. Real or metaphorical. A splash of unexpected
colour in an otherwise grey day.
Find one Clydesdale. Something so unexpectedly magnificent that
it makes you feel small and wonder-full at the same time.
And then find one small, surprising thing that you can do to
wake someone else up.
Not because you have to. Because you get to.
Because you are a senior. You have earned the right to be
eccentric. You have earned the right to be surprising. You have earned the
right to put a rubber chicken on the table and dare anyone to say a word about
it.
Now go forth and be delightfully unpredictable.
The world needs more rainbows. And Clydesdales. And seniors in
Hawaiian shirts.
That is your legacy. Not what you accumulated. What you
awakened.