Today I\u2019m 65
\nToday, I\u2019m 65 years old. I\u2019m not sure how I should feel about that. Am I old now?
\n My father was 61 when he died in 1974 and mother was 59 when she died in 1976. They didn\u2019t seem old to me then, yet, now I\u2019m older than they ever got to be.
\n I have friends who are in their 80\u2019s, 90\u2019s, and one is even 108 years old. They don\u2019t really seem \u201cold\u201d to me. Oh, they have some back problems or joint replacements, but they are happy, content within their own skin, and are fun to be with.
\n I have friends in their 30\u2019s and 40\u2019s, who complain about their job, boss, and wages. In their free time, they participate in softball, pick-up football, beer and late-night parties. They don\u2019t seem happy. They seem to me to be old before their time, but not exactly mature.
\n If I compare myself to one group, I\u2019m still a spring chickie. If I compare myself with the other group, I\u2019m well over the hill. I\u2019m not quite sure where 6-1\/2 decades have gone so quickly, but I feel as if I\u2019m in the middle. Not so old as to be decrepit and not so young as to be foolish.
\n It\u2019s like I\u2019m walking along the top of a fence. Someday, I will fall off the fence and be gone, but for now, I\u2019m going to put one foot in front of the other and keep on going. I\u2019ll stand tall and proud, because today, I\u2019m 65 years old. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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