The Big 5-0

As I near my forty-eighth birthday later this month, I cannot help but reflect on the inevitability of aging.  Yes, the big 5-0 is two years away and then, if I’m lucky, the big 6-0 and 7-0 and so on… but this year I’ve started feeling “old.”  I’ve seen changes in my body (not pretty ones) and felt changes too (even uglier).  This was a year of physical “firsts”:  first statin, first bout with carpal tunnel, first reading glasses.   I look at my mom and dad, still fit at 70 and 74 (thank God), and remember when she turned 30 (“You are SO old,” my 7-year-old self said) and when he turned 50 (I am ashamed to say my self-absorbed 23-year-old self forgot to even call on the big day).  I’ve read recently that as we get older and realize there is no Fountain of Youth and watch our family growing older around us that we become more focused on aging.  It can even begin to consume our thoughts.  Oh, good, something else for me to obsess about…

Enjoying the Sunset