When I woke during the night thinking about what I wanted my next post to be about two words popped into my head.
What are twilight years? Well, some would say, twilight years, oh, that’s just another reference to old age. And what is old age, well, old age is when we feel it is time to write our memoirs.
Let’s take this old age situation a bit further and look at what other people think about old age. If you happen to be Greek, they believe your twilight years don’t begin until age 68. Bounce up to France and they are of the opinion that one starts to feel grey at age 63. I also read somewhere that most Brits (the English) are of the opinion that they’ve hit old age before they even turned age 60. So, in some circles, one might suggest that age 59 is the year we should consider ourselves officially “old”.
Having reached the ripe old age of 81, I prefer to go with that old saying Mark Twain wrote – you know the one I am talking about: Age is an issue of mind over matter. “If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
At my age, some days I wake up just raring to get into whatever the day will give me and then there are days when I wake up and just want to roll over and say, nope, not today. I need 30 more minutes, and Oh, could someone get me a cup of coffee before my feet even touch the floor.
I have concluded that I don’t worry that much about getting older or what “twilight years” means. Nope, I just get up, head to the bathroom, look in the mirror and say to the person looking back at me (by the way, forgive the vernacular as it wouldn’t get the feedback, I so desperately need were I to phrase it differently):
“Screw it, this is as good as it is going to get!”
Until next time!
Happy New Year Everyone!