Age is a strange concept. I have never been very good at guessing how old people are, but that said, I know my sister does not look like a grandmother. At least not in the traditional sense. When I think of a grandmother, I picture Mrs. Claus.
Now granted, I know times have changed and not all grandmothers are plump, gray haired old women. My sister has thick golden locks (admittedly helped out by her hairdresser,) but she also has very few lines on her face, and vibrant blue eyes. She is full of life, and just as silly now as she has ever been. Thus the reason it blows me away when she discusses feeling old. I never feel old, and I’m a year older!
Sure, there are times when my knee hurts, or I have a backache, but there were times in my twenties when things hurt, too. Does it happen more often now? Probably, but age is never the first thing to pop into my mind. I just assume it will get better, and so far (knock wood) it always has. Perhaps the fact that I have yet to find my first gray hair, and have never held a nine to five job that I could take early retirement from is what sets us apart. Maybe when you become a grandma (no matter how thrilled you are about it), and you retire, you buy into the thought that you must be old.
I realize we can’t all live forever, but then that is all the more reason not to get hung up on age. I want to enjoy every day I have to the fullest. I don’t want to waste time worrying about something I have no control over. I realize time is ticking away, but so far I still feel young, and I plan on staying that way for many, many years to come. As far as I am concerned, I’ve only recently hit the halfway mark. I can’t wait to see what the future brings!