When I turned 10 years old, my grandparents were 60 years old.
When I graduated from High School my parents were 42 years old.
At 60, my grandparents seemed very old. Although they were active, my child’s brain imagined they were ancient.
At 42, my parents were certainly old. How could they not be old? They “came of age” in the 1950’s. The songs playing on the “oldies” radio stations were from that era.
As I became an adult, the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s still seemed beyond the age I could ever consider young.
Last week I turned 51. My brain still has not adjusted. I’m still trying to figure out what “old” is suppose to feel like. I do have aches and pains, but I also workout regularly, walk great distances and yesterday I climbed a tree.
My expectation of 51 was not this. I am honestly not sure what my expectation of being in my 50’s was. Maybe by now I was suppose to be planning for retirement. Maybe my evenings were suppose to be spent watching television and getting to bed by 9:00PM. Maybe I expected to spend my evenings reading a good book or watching the grandkids.
Instead of settling in for the beginning of the end, it seems I am starting a great adventure. I no longer have the expectation of being old. My expectation is that I will remain young, as long as I choose to remain young!
Conversations Around the Tree 
I think choosing young is an awesome plan! I hope you’ve had a great birthday weekend and finish up your birthday month with a few more adventures!
Thank you Tina!! Thank you for helping me celebrate and giving me a great reason to stay young!!
You being you, you will remain young, always. Thats just who you are. Your a lucky Tree.
Thanks Jackie!!
Hey, hope you remain young at heart always! There is never an expiry date to adventure 🙂
~Mardhiah
Thank you Mardhiah! I agree!!
I have loads of friends who are older than I am so I can’t help feeling young.
One of the things they have taught me is that being old is not necesarily bad. Friends who are 15-20 years older than I am enjoy travel and working in the yard. Having a friend you’ve knon for 40 or 50 years means lots of good memories. Being sick or forgetful or disabled is bad. Being old can be downright fun! Colleen
Thanks for the follow. I’ve enjoyed what I’ve seen of your blog so far; will be back to read more. 🙂
Thank you Su, I appreciate you stopping by and checking out my page.
You’re welcome. So much of what you say resonates with how I feel 🙂
That’s nice to hear Su. Its good to hear my ramblings make sense to others!!
Perfect sense 🙂