When I was 14, someone in their 50's was old.
Now that I'm in my 50's, old looks different.
The 14 year-old had some things right. At 50-something, I watch boring news shows and can be caught drifting off if I sit too long. I talk about my ailments. I can't always figure out my cell phone.
But, I don't use a walker (yet), and I can still drive. I'm on facebook, and I know who Bruno Mars is.
According to Webster, one definition of old is "experienced, or long-standing." In other words, wisdom, which means, "informed, or learned." So, 50-somethings have a few things on the youngsters.
Aging is a strange process.
Inside, I feel about 30. My dad, who will be 89 soon, has the adventurous spirit of a 25 year-old, and the sweet tooth of a 10 year-old. We all know people who are older than they look, and people who don't act their age.
My mom will be 92 in July. Sadly, my sister-in-law passed away at 39. Middle age for her was 19. We never know how much time we have, because we don't know when we're going.
I wouldn't want to be 14 again, but I'm not ready to be 89. So, I guess it's good I'm where I am.
At 50-something, these are the kinds of things I ponder.