Forty-plus

Forty plus. No - that’s not my waist size - yet. I'm 41 years old. I’m older than my parents were when as a kid I looked at them and thought, "Wow! You guys are old!" Remember that show thirtysomething? You know the one; Gary died - girls cried. I thought THEY were old.

Yet here I am...41 (looks like a big number in print). Truthfully, I don’t feel 41. At least not how I thought 41 would feel when I was younger. Oh sure – I can’t physically do some of the things I could as a “young” buck. The other day I thought it would be fun to standing broad jump over our toddler’s safety gate. How hard could it be right? Besides, my son would think it was really cool. And it sure must have looked cool when I landed in a heap on the other side of the gate. I hobbled around the house for 2 weeks. My pride was still intact though. After all, I DID make it over the gate.

I think it’s all about perspective. If you’re 60, you’d probably give your right arm to be 40 again, especially if you’re left-handed. On the other hand (no pun intended), if you’re 20, you’re saying to yourself, “Don’t kid yourself dude – you’re OLD…time for your meds again.”

Well, since I’M writing this blog, it’s my perspective that matters – and I say 41 isn’t old. My life is just beginning, and I have the wisdom that can only come from 41 years of life experience to back me up. I may not be Superman, but then again, tights aren’t a real good look with love handles. By the way - Jamie Moyer just won his first World Series ring…he’s 45. Now THAT’S old.

Dawn

Just a quick thought - feels like a new day.
Trying something new is downright liberating - if I was not so timid.