Aged . . . But not Old!!!
I’m sixty years old . . . . actually about to knock on the door of sixty-one! So, I expect that I’m supposed to be an “old person.” But I haven’t quite learn what “being old” is supposed to mean. I mean, look at all those “seniors” who learn to sky-jump, buy their first Harley-Davidson (and a really big, noisy one at that!), and go on all those weird adventures around the world.
To be honest, sometimes, I really feel like sixty . . . like when getting up in the morning, especially after having gone to bed late (really bad health habit). And sometimes, I feel like I am on top of my proverbial game, whatever that is supposed to mean. Like, I feel sharp, confident, motivated in the face of much younger individuals, and as if I’m ready to do another sixty, as long as the joints and muscles can hold out.