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The Third Act


          The last chapter of one’s life does not necessarily have to be the end of one’s story.  Like the three acts of a play, Act III can usher in a new beginning, a sequel, a spin off.
          I have often wondered what happened to Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy after she accepted his marriage proposal.  Did Sam and Annie ever date after they met at the top of the Empire State Building? Are Baby and Johnny dancing somewhere in a retirement community? Did Scarlet she ever win Rhett back?
The end of their story on paper or film left us expecting more.
I am in my third act and it is not The End just yet.  I expect great things in my Act III.
I believe in reinvention. I love to learn and the best way to do that is to seek people and places that feed my curiosity. Reinvention is what keeps me “young.”
I like people of all ages. Because I like to learn, almost all of my mentors are younger than I. They know the latest trends in technology, social media, and information.  I like to read and value the past, so I like to meet folks who have had more experiences than I have.  I join groups and volunteer and show up to things. It widens my horizon. It helps me discover new passions and interests. 

My life did not end when I reached Act III age. It is a new beginning.  I know it did not end for Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, Sam and Annie, and Baby and Johnny.  I certainly hope Scarlet reinvented herself and won Rhett back. That girl had some major issues, so if she can, there is hope for all of us. 
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