In reality I have no idea how Betty White lives. I don’t know her at all. Whether she gets up every morning contemplating her day, waits by the phone for her agent to call or simply relaxes in front of the Today Show with a cup of coffee and a Dolly Madison danish, it’s beyond me. But from her Password days to her Saturday Night Live appearances I have a feel for her take on life which seems to register high on the satisfaction scale.
I want that same sort of come-hell-or-high-water kind of satisfaction this 80-something icon reeks of. Certainly life hasn’t always been a bed for roses for this spunky woman with the wholesome smile; in fact, chances are life has twisted her in the wind a time or two just like the rest of us. Yet, White always comes across as that wonderful grandmother we all wish for. The one who will bake with us, tell a dirty joke, then follow up with a night of bar-hopping. And although I know TV is anything but reality, and White, like all of us hides scars and licks her wounds when nobody is watching, she never fails to inspire. I believe this aura is based upon living an honest life. A life true to her spirit.
Which, in a round about way, is the basis of this blog.
My life will never be Betty-White certified. But I don’t want anyone’s stamp of approval except my own. And neither should you.
Which brings me to the purpose of this blogsite in a round about way: Green-living, yes, but more importantly green-living honestly in a green-obsessed world.
Putting a Betty White spin on a band-wagon culture is just the beginning.