So I was out back on the patio sitting in my thinking chair…thinking. I always get reflective this time of year…makes sense since it is the last two weeks of 2014. It was a “W” year for me. I gained Weight, took on a few more Worries…and lost Wealth, not that I had any to begin with. The theme may continue since I sense 2015 will be a Watchful year.
I have to admit as you get older you begin wondering how many more end-of-year holidays remain. 2015 will be a significant birthday for me—70—even though my wife says 70 is not yet “old.” She just retired as a nurse who cared for patients much older than 70 so her perspective is a little different from mine. She says 70 is still young; I say rubbish, it’s old. See, “rubbish” is even a term old people use.
Yes, I have thought about all the clichés: you’re only as old as you feel; I’ll be 70 years young; you can survive to a hundred and five if you’re young at heart; etc. etc. I shall continue to attempt to view the glass half full, but each year’s sip is making that more and more difficult to do. What is relevant is that I still do “think young” or at least as “young” as my reference points allow. But, when I see old people those same reference points tell me they do look old and that’s the problem because if I am honest with myself, I appear just as old as they do.
We just spent some time with a high school classmate of mine. I caught myself staring at him and wondering how he has managed to keep his face from wrinkling up and sagging here and there like mine. I told my wife I thought he looked years younger than I do despite our being the same age. I want what he’s drinking. Whatever it is, it has no sugar because he’s a diabetic. Maybe it’s all the years of no sugar that has kept him young. He’s still working to boot. I gave that up six years ago, though it wasn’t my choice.
So here it is, another year going into the “was” column and here am I wondering how many more are there going to be in the “is” column. I just learned my life insurance policy terminates in 2019 and my agent said it is unlikely I will be able to get a new one…at least one that would be affordable. That sure puts the young v. old argument in perspective.
Given my competitive nature, however, I shall fight this thing called “old” and continue to attempt writing a book that becomes popular, be active and go places where and when I want to (expense permitting), keep ice cream in the freezer and continue liking Taylor Swift’s music no matter how silly that appears at my age. Hell, she’s only a little under half a century younger than me.