The Thought
I had a thought. Some people I know run when I say that, but I have them, thoughts, and I can’t stop. Here it is. The thought. I’m spending too much time thinking and talking about my age. Age isn’t a thing. It’s a data point. Granted, I’m approaching eighty and only about three percent of the US is there, but it’s still just a number, and I need to remember that. I always did before and I need to start doing it again.
I’ve always just done things I wanted to do and never worried about it. I like a lot of the new music, and literature, and film. I hike and travel and work in the yard. I like technology. I’ve tried to avoid getting time-locked by the music of my youth. It’s old, and I’ve heard it all. I guess I’ve always felt that embracing the present was a great way to get to the future. Young at heart is the phrase that comes to mind. I need to get back to.
Now this isn’t to say I can avoid the inevitable decline because things do wear out as they age. But I can learn to deal with it and work around it. I have a plethora of doctors on my side, a host of good friends, a lovely family, and a brain that still works. I just need to tie it all together with the right attitude. I’ve always been happy to be alive, and I want to make sure that shines through. So, going forward, I’ll let the end take care of itself, and I’ll take care of now.