I'm 62 today. Yikes. When my mother celebrated her 62nd. birthday, I thought she was old, finished, worn out... Now that I'm 62, the world looks very different and I get pretty grumpy if someone suggests I'm old. I tried to resolve the issue by asking a few people for their thoughts:
I met my cousin Ruth last week. She is the same age and explained thaht 60 is the new 50, take off some years for craziness and it recalculates to around 45ish. I like the idea but in some ways, it simply sounded like recent activities with regtirement accounts.
I discussed changing careers with my daughter Michelle. Smiliing she said, 62 is hard to place, especially if the individual has spent her career staring at a single disease, diving into research publications as if it was a sexy novel. She recommended I stick to my day job.
I met some friends from high school, now retirned, talking about golfing every day and resting every afternoon. They looked at me and said I did not fit in. Nothing new for me.
In middle age, I find you begin to reckon with life's limits. This morning at 5 AM I laced up my sneakers and went running... I think I'll continue to run /walk marathons until this Duchenne is ended, treated, cured... until every boy in the world is appropriately diagnosed and treated.
So what if I have grey roots today... I'll fix that on Saturday.
Thank you all for being my family.