I Sometimes Forget How Old I Am
Over 20 years ago I was working with a guy in the small office of our employer who was a lot of fun to work with. A great sense of humor, we'll rrad, thoughtful, intellegent. Overall a joy to work with. The reason I bring him up herd is that in addition to being a good friend in those years, he was a decade my senior.
Every now and again he would remind me of this fact, perhaps without realizing what an achievement this was in a society wracked with age anxieties. I had another coworker back then who in history 30s was dreading "The Big Four Oh". The two seemed to represent opposite ends of a spectrum.
At just over 50 I have the good fortune of having many a younger friend in my social circle who likely see in me the achievement of not dwelling on age and living like you are not always certain which milestone you have passed.
Every now and again he would remind me of this fact, perhaps without realizing what an achievement this was in a society wracked with age anxieties. I had another coworker back then who in history 30s was dreading "The Big Four Oh". The two seemed to represent opposite ends of a spectrum.
At just over 50 I have the good fortune of having many a younger friend in my social circle who likely see in me the achievement of not dwelling on age and living like you are not always certain which milestone you have passed.
