What’s in a name? What’s in a number? Here are ten thoughts I have about growing older and maybe wiser…

I am sixty-two….62….6 decades plus two more years but what does that mean?  Numbers are supposed to add up but how does age equivocate to life passage? Well I am not sure about the full definition because I have learned to count my years in terms of learning rather than time travel.

What have I learned so far? 

Number one:  Well, I am not always right; this was a tough one for me cause I balanced my days on being right and now I know the truth, I am sometimes wrong.  Well this is not really a big discovery but I have been fighting it for decades and now I have come to peace with it.

Number two:  the older I get, the more I feel:  tired, a little arthritic, a little less likely to get up and exercise, and a little less “get up and go.”  I assume my body is a little tired so I read more; in fact, I read a lot and that’s a good thing;  “Game of Thrones”, anyone?

Number three:  I don’t hear my mother’s voice in my head.  I hear all these women say that they do but I don’t, does that make me different or not the norm?  Guess what, I don’t care.

Number four:  I care less and less and less what other people think of me or anything for that matter.  I leave others to their own thoughts and definitions of life; I like mine; it’s easier not to care of others and their persnickety ways.  (Not my mother’s word in case you were wondering).

Number five:  I have rid myself of those others who burden my life.  I am not “everyone’s cup of tea” (my mother did say this but so did everyone in her time) and so I leave those others who don’t care for me to themselves to stew and talk about each other without me.  I assume it makes them happier and me a lot happier.

Number six:  I love my son more than I love any other person and I think that is how it should be.

Number seven:  I accept my mistakes and move on and I mean move on.  So what if I had not lived my life perfectly (have you or anyone else?)  I just don’t feel its necessary to relive or review my imperfections.

Number eight:  Sunny days are better than rainy ones and there are always more sunny days than rainy ones; I haven’t actually counted but I think I am right about this so if it’s raining, wait the sun will come back.  Patience is a virtue worth cultivating.

Number nine:  I like certain activities:  writing, riding my bike, being with Joe, seeing my friends, looking at happy pictures of my past, playing with The Zeff, reading, and driving to the beach so I think I am going to do more of these and less of other things.

Number ten:  I prefer foods that taste good, that are good for me, and ones that may actually prolong my life because I love living regardless of the pain or anxiety that life may direct my way; remember rule number eight; the sun will shine again and if not, I hear you can buy a special lamp that gives you the equivalent of pure sunshine.

Be happy, be sunny, and do what you like in life that makes you happy; don’t wait until you are 62….