Don’t you love those online calculators that take you through a quiz and tell you what your real age is?
Yeah. Me neither!
Even though I do pretty well, I never really get anything out of them, except that I could be doing better. Five pieces of bacon every morning for breakfast is my downfall. What’s yours?
But I don’t smoke, never have, drink only socially, (mostly), exercise regularly, (hooray for hot yoga!), and exercise my brain with the Words with Friends app and Dice.
Throughout my life, I’ve had strange reactions to certain birthdays. Seventeen bothered me. It meant I was no longer “Sweet 16,” but still not 18. Twenty-one didn’t excite me as much as most, but 24 was a hoot! Turning 25 was not a big deal, but 30 sure hit hard!
On April 11 I’ll turn 44, and it’s bugging the crap out of me! Forty didn’t affect me much, but by forty-one I remember thinking, “Oh, this is why they say that after 40 everything is downhill. It’s 41 that’s the kicker!”
I don’t know what it is, it could be the divorce, facing a life-altering change at “mid-life,” and having to face the reality that I’m in mid-life, but WOW what a downer of a post this is turning out to be!
Moving on now. I’ve always noticed that real age seems to be more about attitude than anything else. I know what Dr. Oz says about our bodies and how we treat them, but we all know of people who have died young in accidents, and those who live very long despite complete nonchalance toward their health.
I’d be willing to bet that for most who are reading this post, quality of life is more important than the number of years spent in the physical body. So the question is, are you still enjoying life, whatever your age?
For me, it’s a “heck, yeah!” I mean, “Yes. It is my pleasure to be here!” The opportunity to contribute to the lives of others, in whatever shape that’s going to take, is what is keeping me alive and well these days. I’m enjoying my new-found freedom to be myself again, and to explore all that life has to offer.
So my real age? 44. (Almost!)
Until next time,
Posted under Motivation
This post was written by Debra Moorhead, Motivation, Education, Inspiration on March 26, 2012