I was 64 on my last birthday. Somehow it seems much bigger than 63. It also coincided with various aches and pains and general niggly grumbles. It got me thinking. What is 64 supposed to feel like? What is it supposed to look like? Does it spring out of bed in the morning ready to face the day or grimace as it rearranges its aching body into an upright position? Does it open the wardrobe and put together a stylish chic outfit that will suit the numerous exciting adventures planned for the day or drag on the same old “gardening” clothes? Does it look in the mirror and like what it sees or quickly drag a comb through its hair in a darkened room? And how does 64 spend its day?
It seems that each generation of 64 year olds has new decisions to make about aging. We are living longer and generally healthier, but does mean we are as fit and limber as our 30 year old selves. We are often still working, looking after grandchildren, caring for parents, sometimes paying a mortgage. My own grandparents at 64 looked ancient. Two died very young but the remaining two looked and dressed and behaved, to me, like “old people.
Back to today, some 60plus people I know are, in spite of their varied physical issues, engaging, active, stylish and involved. Others seem to have thrown in the towel, welcoming what they see as old age. Is old age a choice now? Can we decide be defeated by age or embrace it?
In spite of what the mirror tells me, I’m not ready to throw in the towel yet. There are things I still want to do, places I still want to see, experiences I still want to have. But that little voice in my head says-but you are 64 petunia, shouldn’t you act your age? But what is 64?
So what is 64 to you?
