An Age Old Conundrum...
If I'm honest, I will say that there are many times I struggle with the idea of getting older and dealing with the reality that there are, to paraphrase Steven Tyler, only so many more summers left in my life.
While there's, no doubt, much I have to be grateful for, I'm also flustered by the fact that there's still so much left to do.
And my view of myself doing those things varies - some days I think maybe I'm too old, other days, I'm not at all.
It's the age-old conundrum (pun fully intended): what are we as we get older? What are we not? What are those limits?
I don't claim to know any of these answers, nor do I know anyone who has them, but these words from Frank Bruni of the NYT made a lot of sense to me this morning:
"...because you can’t come to any one conclusion about age. You can’t take any one position: not in employment practices, not in political picks, not in your own expectations about when you’ll hit your stride, when you’re in your prime and which phases of life will be a slog or a cakewalk. You have to size up the particular person or circumstances. You have to be awake to individuality and alert to subtlety.”