I want people to look at me and think, not "what a sweet old man," but, "what is he up to now?"
No getting around it, I am getting older. My hair is thinner and greyer. Some mornings my fingers are a little stiff. I tire a little faster than I did 30 years ago. That is okay, I have lived six-decades. I am proud of having lived this long. I have outlived my parents, my aunt and uncle.
I am not done, but I am not trying to turn back time.
I am looking forward to a point in the future when I don't have to hold my tongue for work or political reasons. I am looking forward to the day when I can stand up in the office and say, this shit is not worth the hassle anymore. I am getting closer to that point, not quite. A few more years of living the dream.
In the meantime, I will keep moving, keep working, keep having fun, keep getting older.
You have to have fun. Old age is no place for sissies.
ReplyDeleteI think you are adorable!
ReplyDeleteThat happy day is called "retirement." I retired last year when I was 60. Now I'm living the dream!
ReplyDeleteI at times feel a bit depressed that I'm no longer YOUNG, but then I remember that my sister died at the age of 29 and I had friends who died in their teens, and of course all the friends and family that died way too young... and then I'm glad to have survived this long!
ReplyDeleteMy parents were in their early fifties when they bit the big one. I'm just nibbling.
ReplyDelete"what is he up to now?" no good that's certain !
ReplyDeleteWhat exactly is that a picture of?
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