Growing old is not for sissies, we’re told. Maybe not, but it’s for the lucky ones, if I may be permitted to say so.
It’s for those blessed by God with the opportunity to spend extra time on earth and do more good.
I count myself among the fortunate, the blessed ones. And I’m grateful.
1) Seventy-four is not so bad.
Granted, when you’re 30 or 40, it seems ancient. But to be 74 and still feel great and be going strong, 74 is a piece of cake.
When I was a kid, I thought of the year 1900 as the benchmark, the dividing line to determine who was middle-aged. Born in 1940, as a teen, I saw so many of my parents’ friends in their mid-50s and saw they were in the prime of life. They were at the peak of their powers. Gradually, however, they aged and now, none of that group is left.
I’m now not only a senior citizen, but a senior to most in that group!
And glad to be!
2) I’m grateful to still have my health.