My last day of age 51. Interesting how it’s Day 78, and ’78 was the year I graduated high school. Born in November, I was one of the youngest in my class; back then a big deal — dating and drivers license comes later than most — but not so much as you move through life, out of your teens, into your 20’s, and onward from there.
Remember when our parents were the age we are now? They were so much “older” then, right? I have said numerous times, “I am so much younger than my mom was at my age!” Most of my friends agree that it is the same with them.
Depending on varying factors, I think our parents and the generations before us had to grow up quicker. There weren’t as many choices in life, only certain types of jobs you took. There was either White Collar or Blue Collar jobs back then; now the collars come in an assortment of shades.
The stresses in life were somewhat different from the stresses we have now. The world was a somewhat different place. I guess the keyword here is “somewhat.”
One thing is certain and always will be: you are stuck with the generation unto which you were born. No sense in envying the generations before us, or the ones after us. It is futile to lament about being born at the wrong time.
I once had a co-worker point to a vibrant, lovely intern and say, “She’s only 21; doesn’t that just make you sick?”
“No,” I replied, smiling. “I got to be 21 once.”
It only makes sense to delve into and appreciate what is taking place in your life now; no matter what your age, hopefully the positives will far outweigh the negatives. In fact, it should be your goal in life to see that the positives outweigh the negatives. Putting positive energy out into the universe is a good way to achieve that goal.
Look out, 52; here I come.