You know you’re getting old(er) when:
- young people on the bus offer you their seat . . . regularly
- flesh jiggles and wiggles, no matter how much and often you work out
- that perpetual deep-in-thought groove between the eyebrows is now just one perpetual deep groove
- you wonder how young people can like, much less listen to, today’s music
- the first and foremost reason for racing into the bathroom when you get up is not to apply make-up, but to use the bathroom
- you’ve reversed roles with mom/dad
- you start thinking about daily fiber intake
- you consider your calorie consumption . . . and suck those nasty buggers all back, anyway
- the word “mortality” is now in your dictionary
- retirement is not just something senior personnel talk about; it’s a [close-in-time] reality
- you’re thinking gray’s not that bad a color, re-eally.
It’s a long road, and yeah, it sucks to see those annoying wrinkles and crinkles, but at the end of the day, it’s all good. I’m proud of the wisdom and maturity gained, and the lessons learned.
Of course I’d change actions and attitudes if I could go back in time (that hindsight thingy). And yes, there are things about me I’d love to transform (like those wrinkles and crinkles), but in the grand scheme of things, my friends: I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s.