I had my 37 birthday a couple of weeks ago and something struck me: I don’t feel old. I remember my Mother telling me years ago that you are only as old as you feel and I’m begining to believe she is right. It’s a shame it took me this long to listen to her on this one, but it’s okay to still learn new things.
When I was 15, 25 was old; when I hit 25, 30 was old. Now that I’m past both of those markers, I see 60 or 70 as being old. I think I’m in a pretty unique situation that not many people find themselves in — I love my job, my wife, my kids, my dog, my family is great and besides debt, everything is going really good for me.
Is there a time when I will be too old to enjoy any of those things? I really don’t think so. I remember when I was in my late 20s and some of my friends werre freaking out because they were having their 30th birthday. When I turned 30, it was no big deal to me.
As I approach 40, the thing that I think about the most is how I looked at 40 year olds when I was 20 — I thought they were ancient, on their last legs, ready to die at any minute. Yet, here I am, and I am nowhere near dead.
I think as long as I keep enjoying what I am doing and have my family behind me, I will always be young.
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