As a new dues-paying member of the exclusive Septuagenarian Club, I now consider myself to be an authority on aging. Most people in the world (well, maybe not in the world of Florida) are younger than 70 years old, and therefore less qualified to discuss aging than I am. Truth is, I have been aging for as long as I can remember.
As a youth growing up in rural Indiana, I was the youngest of 7 children in my family. I couldn’t wait to “grow up” like the rest of the family. I developed a pattern of eagerly awaiting certain age-related events. I couldn’t wait to start school. Entering high school meant it would not be long before I could get my driver’s license, which was my ticket to freedom.
Two older brothers were Indiana University alums, and I couldn’t wait to leave home for college. I crammed 4 years of requirements into 3 years so I could enter law school in my 4th year. I was always in a hurry to get to the next stage in life.
Today at age 70, I am less eager for future events to occur. I am more content with life “here and now”. For the life of me, I can’t remember why I was in such a hurry in those early years.