Yesterday one of my younger…much younger…co-workers told me that I don’t act my age. What a wonderful compliment! I hope I never act my age. Like many of you I was born very young. I grew in stature and maturity. When I was an adult I got married, started a family, and, along with my wife, raised my sons into men. Parenthood demanded that I be an adult. When dealing with children someone in the room has to make the rules and keep everyone safe. My wife and I did this to the best of our abilities. Our children turned out well so I guess we did a pretty good job. Now my children are adults. As they have grown up, I have aged. Keep in mind that I did not say I am getting old. I am simply aging. One of the nice things about aging in that in many ways you grow younger. Admittedly the body isn’t what it used to be. I am not as strong as I was in my youth, I take a nap every day, occasionally I lose my balance in the shower, and sometimes I forget why I went into a room. The mind and heart, however, grow younger. There is a lightness of being that seems to come with age. The years of child raising and career building can seem oppressive at times. The burdens of life can weigh you down. As one ages you let go of things, you lighten your load, and doing this frees you. Yes, I still have concerns and obligations. Experience, though, teaches you that most crisis and challenges are merely bumps in the road that are quickly forgotten. I am 63 years young and my “elderly” wife still tells me to turn down the volume on my music. It’s tough living with an older person. (smile)
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