Milestone birthdays are just that. Moments in our lives that appear to be harbingers of change. Think 18 when we become legal adults, despite how dopey most of us are when we’re still in our teens. Or 21 when we can legally belly up to a bar and say, “Yes, I’d like a sweet, minty, Mojito, please.” Turning 30 has us questioning whether we’re fully engaged in life—on the road to a successful and fulfilling career and considering whether we’re finally ready to start a family. Turning 40 sometimes smacks us in the face with a midlife crisis where we ponder our failures and wonder if we’re accomplished enough to head to that high school reunion. Thankfully, things seem to calm down when 50 rolls around. We know who we are and are less likely to worry about what others may think of us. Sixty skips by on the way to magical 65, when we get to retire from the daily grind. Which brings me to 70.
Seventy, for a reason I can’t quite pinpoint, is different. I mention this because I became a septuagenarian earlier this year, and I’m still trying to figure out what to do with that fact.
Dr. John Messerly in his article How Does Life Feel Different At 70, was spot on when he wrote, “While I don’t feel old… there is still something about turning 70 that freaks me out. I feel like I’m about 40 on the inside, but that’s not what my birth certificate shows. It is just hard to believe that you were a kid or teenager and then, seemingly in an instant, are a senior citizen.”
Exactly!
“Life just looks different,” Messerly went on to explain. “You become increasingly aware of your mortality…You know that much of your life is not on the horizon but behind you. Much of the journey is over. This thought fills you with pride in what you’ve achieved and sadness for what can never be.”
When I look back at my life, I recall a roller-coaster of ups and downs with heart-stopping turns that required me to pause, consider, and change direction. Despite the failures, I’m rather amazed that I completed all I set out to. And still I sometimes feel there’s more I should be doing.
I recall speaking to a former boss when he sat in his office one day in shock. He’d been fired and was clearly distraught. In an effort to soothe him I said, “Work is what we do. It’s not who we are.” He brightened a bit. So, when that “What do I do now?” question hovers, I remember that sentiment.
When I googled the question about living at 70, I got the usual suggestions: eat well, exercise, maintain a healthy sleep routine, get annual medical checkups, and socialize. So staying upright, strong, and well adjusted appear to be the main goals in my seventh decade.
I’d like to say that at 70 I am content with my life and happy to sit and smell the proverbial roses. But that would be a lie. I always feel there is something more to accomplish. And maybe that is ultimately the point.
Wolf Catcher
Anne Montgomery
Historical Fiction
In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.
Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.
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Anne, We make too much of milestones. There are a few key ones, like when you can vote, when your car insurance rates go down, and, of course, when you can legally drink. Otherwise, we live in an analog world. Nothing changes on October 15 for me. It’s not like taking the next step on a staircase. Life keeps flowing. You’re right. There is more to accomplish, so we should keep trying to do so. The tools we have to work with have changed, but there’s still plenty to do. I vaguely remember a theme song from an old tv program, “Keep them doggies rollin’, Rawhide!” Keep the posts rollin’. I love to read your thoughts. Rawhide! Jeff Jeffrey Leaf Life is about how you Handle Plan B
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Wow! Those are some milestones I missed, Jeff, with the exception of the drinking age. And, of course, you’re right, age is just a state of mind. (And of body. Remember when they told us sports were good for us? They lied. But I digress.) And I will keep Plan B in mind, as it has so often come in handy over the years. 😉
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I know what you mean, Anne. Though each milestone birthday comes with different lessons and freedoms, there are also certain truths and realities we must face. Thank God for rum and scotch to help us along the journey. Wink. Happy belated birthday, my friend! Cheers!
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I remember my mother telling me that somewhere in her early 90s she didn’t want to drink Scotch anymore, Sharon. She gave up alcohol completely. I told her I hope I’m dead before that happens. Had my sweet dark rum on ice last night during an island-wide blackout–we have a wonky electric company here–but the sky was beautiful. 😉
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As a really good, older friend reminds me, “If I had known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of my body when I was younger.”
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Indeed, Terry! I think about that sometimes, but then I have to admit that, given a second chance, I would probably do all the same things again. 😉
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