What do you picture when you hear a person referred to as sprightly? When someone refers to you as sprightly, are you pleased?
When I hear sprightly, I picture an elf-like old lady, who although being energetic and in good health, probably isn’t expected to be around much longer. Definitely not me, or so I thought.
Until last fall.
First, my very own son, after hosting me in Brazil last October, and watching me negotiate hilly cobble-stone streets, and troop through beautiful botanical gardens in grueling heat “complimented” me on my “sprightly-ness”.
And recently when a technician approached to help me get off the table after an Xray for some chronic hip pain and saw me already up on my own two feet, she commented on my feistyness.
Maybe sprightly isn’t such a bad word after all.
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