Aging is part of our human
predicament. At first we want to be
older: to be able to stay up past ten o’clock, to get a driver’s license, to
vote, to buy a drink, to rent a car.
Then suddenly our perspective
changes. Whoa. I don’t want to be thirty, forty, fifty,
sixty, seventy.
I recently looked back over each
of my decade milestones. When I turned
ten I was in fifth grade, having just suffered the indignity of being required
to wear shoes to school in Honolulu. I
celebrated by twentieth birthday in France in the middle of an adventure,
learning another language, experiencing a different culture, exploring new
ideas, starting to discover what I was about.
At thirty I was immersed in a career, married with a four-year old
son. Forty found me having achieved some
success in business and about to leave a large company for my first foray into
the world of start-ups. At fifty I was
struggling through a bad work situation (about to get fired), had acquired a
daughter-in-law and was soon facing an empty nest. At sixty I was a grandfather, dealing with
the issues of my aging parents, settled in at work and looking forward to
retiring. At seventy, I was retired, had
survived a heart attack and continued to enjoy writing and giving talks.
Birthdays used to be a big
deal. But when I turned sixty, my wife
was in Los Angeles selling her mom’s house, so I celebrated alone, fixing a TV
dinner. Just another day.
Recently I reread parts of a
journal I had kept in the 1980s and early 1990s. Two things struck me. How things were different now and how things
were the same.
My core being is the same as when
I was younger, and I’m still grappling with the same issues:
self-consciousness, fears, relationships, attitudes and deciding what I want to
be when I grow up. Yet so much has
changed. I’ve mellowed and don’t get as uptight
as I used to. I go with the flow more
now. I guess you could say that’s part
of maturing.
But I still picture myself as a
young person. It’s just that I’m trapped
in an aging body.
I’m now more aware of the next
steps, having dealt with the issues of placing my mom and stepfather in
retirement then care homes and having faced the death of both parents.
My thoughts now are focused on
our three-month-old grandson and our kids and other grandchildren.