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I’m How Old?!?

and how did this happen…

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Don’t let anyone dull your sparkle!

This past week I turned 69! Yes, you heard me…69! Next year, 2019 will be the big 7 OH! I just have to say, thank goodness the Today Show just announced this morning that 70 is the new 40! Whew! What timing! I am so relieved to hear this…

I think us “Old People” are in much better shape at this age than our ancestors were. We exercise and take better care of ourselves. I never saw any of my grandparents exercise. Ever! But my longest living grandparent who lived well into his 90’s was always active and in fact the day he passed he was mowing the grass!

My grands never quite knew my age and last week we were chatting about that while FaceTiming on my birthday. The youngest asked me how old I was and I asked him, how old do you think I am? He said, “54” To which I replied…. “you were always my favorite kid!” Then the 16 year old gets on and says it wasn’t till about a year ago till I finally knew how old you really were or how old you weren’t! He says, “so how old are you really?” I asked him why he said it like that and he replies…”well, once I asked you how old you were and you said how old do you think and I answered 50 and you said that’s good! So I always thought that was right!” And I replied, so what’s your point? He said I want to know! I said..69! To which he replies, you sure don’t look or act like it! ….I took that as a compliment!

“Age is something that doesn’t matter, unless you are a cheese.”~ Luis Bunuel

I really beleive age is just a number and wish we didn’t focus so much on that number. Why are we so caught up in the whole…”how old are you” thing? Our focus shouldn’t be on the number, it should be how we feel inside. I still feel like that little 12 year old girl who had a dream of being a writer. I can still see myself sitting at my fathers desk writing my novel. I can feel it like it was yesterday. I’m not sure what I do now is worthy of being called…a writer. But I do write!

I have to be honest and say I haven’t been doing a lot of it lately. I’m not even sure why. But I promise I plan to do a lot more of it in the coming year! I have been focused on some changes that I want/need to make next year and that has taken up so much thought and so much energy, I haven’t had much left for anything else.

You know it’s funny or…maybe sad that I know some people in their 40’s who are “old” and some in their 80’s who are “young.” I’m not sure how that happens or why but I want to be one of the latter. So let’s not put labels on us “older” folks. Let us try to focus on the person inside!

”Age is a matter of feeling…not of years.” ~ George William Curtis

Honestly, I have to say I have never lied about my age! Well…maybe a few times when I was under 21 and wanted to get in the bar and have a few drinks…but that’s another story. I’m proud I made it this long and proud of what I can still do at this age. Ok, there have been a few times lately when my body is saying, you can’t do that…to which I reply…Just watch me!

I come from some good stock and good genes! I take care of myself, walk every day, exercise, take vitamins and apple cider vinegar every single morning. I can also do a 2 minute plank, which makes my #2 grandson very proud!

So here’s the deal! I am not a number! You are not a number! Let’s be the best we can be and not let age define us! Onto 2019 and the big Seven O! Bring it on!

”Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.” ~ Booth Tarkington

What are your thoughts? Do you let your age define you?



20 thoughts on “I’m How Old?!?

  1. I was feeling very old today and reading your post made me feel decades younger. Age is an attitude, so now like you I am going to keep drinking my apple cider vinegar, doing 2 min planks and taking a walk. BTW you ARE a writer just like you dreamed when you were a child.

  2. My first year of teaching a student asked me how old I was. Being young (23)- and stupid – I made the mistake of asking the little darling how old they thought I was. My feelings were hurt as their guesses ranged from 18 to 50s. I learned right there and then that kids (and most other people) really don’t have much clue about what age means if it’s beyond their own.I also learned to tell any future kids who asked the same question that I was 96. That got interesting responses the years I was pregnant but some still bought it.

  3. None of us are numbers – but it feels mighty fine if someone thinks we’re a decade younger! I realized the other day that I still think of my Mum as being around 60 and realized that I’m now that age and she’s hitting 80!

    1. Thanks Leanne..and yes it is great! I was just at lunch with some younger people and they didnt know how old I was, you should have seen their faces when I told them!

  4. A very happy birthday, Renee! Sooo…in my father’s words, it’s the 40th anniversary of your 29th birthday!

  5. I wish age didint define me and it doesnt as long as I hang with out with other grey hairs, I’m lookin’ pretty hot. However, when I.find myself among the young I feel so old.the dirt calls me mom

  6. Happy Belated birthday Renee! Age is just a number but I know my teeth know how old I am and are not happy! I have a couple of friends who have broke some bones from a ‘simple’ fall, their bones are not happy to age. But not letting our teeth or bones be the boss of us, age is just a number!

  7. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! It’s about time you caught up with the rest of us, young un. Grands make us feel young in more ways than one…bless their hearts. We’re doing the right things by keeping active. Keep writing and keeping us entertained. Love ya

  8. Very good post, Renee. Age is just a number as they say until one tries to put all of the birthday candles on a cake. You are so right to say that we take care of ourselves better today than they did in the past. My grandfather was always in motion and without doing formal exercise still made his body work quite well. My dad got me into weightlifting and tried to eat right. He died of cancer at 69 and my grandfather , who loved to eat fat from beef. lived to be 88. Sometimes it is all n the genes as well but one must take care of them in order for them to give you their full potential. One sidenote if I may. At a restaurant recently, I ordered from the senior menu. I had been carded many times before I was 21 which I detested. Now, I thought they may card me to prove that I was 65. Alas, I was served the meal without any proof of identification. Hopefully, we can chuck the old acronym OAD (Old as Dirt) to the sidelines. By the way, Happy Belated Birthday.

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