How Old???

Officially a senior citizen. A Medicare card. Starting at forty, my fast forward button stuck and years sped by. How did it happen?

As a child, I longed to be older. Looking ahead when I could go to school, ride a bike, date, drive, attend college, get married, have children ... There was always an enticement just ahead. Life was simple, safe, and usually smooth.

Appreciation for those times came later. Now I remember fondly the endless stamina, smooth skin, flexible limbs, firm body, clear eyes, and unclouded memory. Occasional aches dissipated quickly. Delightful times with family and close friends produced pleasant memories. Small town life in Indiana sheltered me from turmoils of the world.

Bubbles burst and the insulation ripped apart. Pain, heartache, and uncertainty crept in. But they weren’t alone. Boundless opportunities and exciting possibilities appeared.

Sixty-five is no longer considered the end of life but the launch into another stage. Steps slow, memories falter, bones creak, eyes dim and hearing fades. No longer are excuses needed for dust on furniture and weeds in gardens. Resting in the afternoon is normal. Simple meals suffice and eating out becomes routine. Volunteering replaces stressful jobs. Alarm clocks rest. Playing involves grandchildren. Spontaneous, fun activities overtake boring chores. A sense of humor is essential.

Each day is a treasure to be cherished. Instead of lamenting the past, I plan to embrace the future.