77: It must be said. I’ve been 77 for three days. 77 doesn’t have quite the ring to it that 75 had, being a milestone, or 76, calling up images of trombones, but 77 it is. I must admit I no longer feel like I’m 50; 53 maybe?
Here’s a recent thought: the women who were pregnant in the generation following mine had a Bible: “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” If there were a book “What to Expect When You’re Aging,” I wouldn’t suggest anyone’s reading it. Perhaps the most common feeling as one ages is that of feeling vulnerable.
But it isn’t all that bad. I call it “Still Life with Dorothy” as I still like subbing at the high school, I still like to walk every day, I still like to travel, I still like movies, I still like keeping up with all the latest fashion, slang, and ideas. But there is no denying I have less energy, am less able to multi-task, and have those moments when I can’t think of a name or a word.
So what does all this mean for you, my dear reader? No matter how old you are today, you will never be younger than you are today. Use your energy on what’s important to you and especially things you enjoy. Don’t let any of that energy go to waste. Don’t postpone the fun stuff.
Dorothy C. Judd (c) 2015