Asleep at the Wheel
“If you are pining for youth I think it produces a stereotypical old man because you only live in memory, you live in a place that doesn’t exist. Aging is an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been.” — David Bowie
Being on the cusp of seventy years, and male, I sometimes feel my mortality around me. My writing on MEDIUM is an attempt to learn about myself. This is my space to REFLECT. My reading on MEDIUM teaches me about others. I write in an attempt to look back and see what my life has meant. It isn’t over. Yet. But there are certainly fewer days ahead than behind. I write to reflect on where I am in my life.
Looking in the mirror I am now beginning to see the neck folds in my skin that characterized my grandad. In the mirror, I see the wasting muscles in my thighs. I lost most of my hair long ago, not that it mattered. And a nap has become a part of my day. Isn’t it strange to feel like your twenty-year-old self and see your seventy-year-old self being reflected back at you when you pass a mirror? When did my beard get gray?
“Today is the oldest you’ve ever been, and the youngest you’ll ever be again.” — Eleanor Roosevelt
My husband and I just completed a marathon drive of about ten hours each direction to visit friends who live states away. I normally don’t think much about a trip such as…
