Do you ever feel like you’re in one of those cartoons where God’s finger is coming out of the clouds and pointing right at you saying: “Listen up!” ?  I did last night.

First of all, you must understand that I’m feeling old and not just a little afraid that life is passing me by.  This is not always the case but recently, I just am.    This is why I have made the decision to follow a few dreams instead of a bygone career to carry out the rest of my days on this earth.  Of course, I am not so much of a dreamer that I don’t worry that I’m making a mistake by making plans to wind down my career.

I was just talking about this with Tina last night on our way to see two of our fellow choristers from The Blackhawk Chorus who have been having fun singing together and recently put together a little cabaret show “Two Over the Limit.”   We went to support them and I thought it would be fun to see them sing but was not expecting to get the “message” that I received at the same time as I sat back and enjoyed their humor and song.

The first message came from reading the Director’s Note in the program.  Now by Tina’s and my estimation, the director is about 12 years old, but here’s what he wrote: 

“After several memorable evenings laughing over good food and wine they realized that together they could live out a dream they both shared.  The magic behind the performance tonight, and truly an inspiration to all, is that it is never too late to follow your passion in life, whether it is singing, cooking, climbing mountains or even just being a better friend; true joy is what makes your heart tick.”

Then, turning the page, from Michele and Sue themselves:

“Two Over the Limit.  What does it mean – so many things, over the age limit to start performing, over the drinking limit  ‘a few times’ and often over the speed limit.  It means you are never over the limit in pursuing something you love.”

Allright.  I hear ya. 

And then, finally, the darling “12 year old” director came out near the end of the show, stating he couldn’t think of anything to put into a rather long costume change, so he decided he’d just come out and address the crowd, and he re-iterated his “it’s not too late, go do it” speech 15 feet from my face.   I just looked at Tina and she looked at me and we  both knew that the discussion on the way there – both of us wishing on stars and facing our doubts – would be much different than the discussion on the way home. 

On the way home, we both felt touched, uplifted and unafraid to face our futures, no longer split between what we “should” do and what we “want” to do.  We both felt a sense of gratitude for the two gutsy “old” ladies who charmed the crowd, even though they are “over the limit.”  

Now, time to wake up from the dreams and get moving on them…