Y is for youth
One of my friends celebrated her 40th birthday Saturday night. This isn’t a terribly unusual thing for me because I tend to have older friends. And then I realized that 40 isn’t so far off for me.
Where did the time go?
As part of my friend’s birthday celebration, we went to a nightclub. Now, anyone who knows me will tell you that the nightclub scene has just never been my thing. But that’s what she wanted to do for her birthday, so we went. It was kind of weird, doing something that I didn’t do back when I was of age to be doing such things. I concluded, about ten seconds after walking in the door, that I hadn’t missed out on much.
But there I was, dancing with my hubby, to a song that I remember from when I was young, and I wondered how it was possible that I’m not as young as I think I am. I certainly don’t feel very old, and sure, when I look in the mirror, I look a little older. But I feel the same.
My example of who I want to be when I grow up is my FIL. He’s 75, and he and his girlfriend are training to do a bicycle tour through Germany this fall. I had dinner with them the other night, and they casually mentioned that they’d ridden 30 miles that day, and were disappointed because their goal had been 60. I can’t even do that now! But that’s what I aspire to. My FIL is one of the youngest old guys I know, so maybe the key to staying young (and feeling young) is not acting like you’re old.
That said, I don’t think I’ll be going to any more nightclubs anytime soon.