Hey, Millennials and Gen Z-ers, I could be your Mom’s age, right? So, be honest, how would you feel if your Mom decided to devote her life’s Third Act to performing stand-up comedy? Oh, you’re okay with it? Wow, that’s awfully kind of you. To tell you the truth, I think my grown son—although a good sport—is a little cringed out. But I have my reasons for doing this:
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No one—ahem—has given me a grandchild yet. So I have plenty of time.
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I am tired of dividing my days between the pickleball court and the emergency room.
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My doctor says standing up is a good way to battle osteoporosis.
Sure, it feels risky to stand up in front of random audiences who may find you amusing, or not. But my generation grew up with risk. When I was a kid, there were no seatbelts in cars. There were smoking sections in airplanes. And for some reason, no one was allergic to peanuts. In fact, THEY SERVED PEANUTS IN THE SMOKING SECTION OF THE AIRPLANE. And yet, we’re still here.
Personally, I don’t plan on leaving anytime soon. But when my time comes, at least I know what I want my tombstone to say…”And that’s my time!”
