In exactly one week, I will be 75. What? How did that happen? Are you sure?
Wait! The universe must be a little off. I’m really not 75!
Wait! I want to do this life again, with the wisdom that I have now. I would like to redo
some things.
Wait! Does this mean I am really going to die??? OK, then, I’m going to pack in it; get the
most of what I can from my life that is left.
I guess I have the same frames of thought as my fellow life travelers. I have come to realize that I am one among many and that my thoughts are pretty much shared with my contemporaries. I used to think that I was so unique, not unique, but sooo unique. That thought did not serve me well as it kept me from taking advantage of the insight of the masses. Now I find comfort in knowing that I am one among many. I find interest in learning how other people who have lived three quarters of a century look at life. What are they doing? How are they coping?
I’m calling this my Mid Life Crises. I’m aiming to reinvent myself a bit. Two weeks ago, I bought my Midlife Crises SUV. It’s big and black with red trim. I pimped my ride and had the roof racks painted red to be unique (uh-oh there’s that trait again). I may get red running boards, and add from there. But here is the part that unsettles me. The red roof racks, that I think are cool, are very senior-useful because they help me find my car in the parking lot. Haha. The red running boards are also called “step assists” and I do not like that one little bit. Am I making this a senior car when it is supposed to look HOT? Sigh…
Anyway, in two days I will be on a jet to Hawaii with my daughter. We will be sharing the week with my cousins Rueben and Patty. I’m turning 75 in Waikiki! Not a bad start.
