I’m getting old.
As they hear me say that, folks over fifty, sixty, and seventy reply, That’s nothing, you whipper-snapper. You have plenty of time left before you’re old like me.
But I wore a fanny pack out in public yesterday. And I hadn’t worn one since the late 1980s or early ’90s, when I was a preteen.
With my rapidly advancing age my memory isn’t as clear as it once was, but I can recall happiness and other positive emotions that I associated with the simple act of wearing one during my youth.
Going out with a fanny pack on yesterday wasn’t quite like I remember it. It was more of a This is so convenient. And I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think about me wearing it! kind of thing.
I’ve recently discovered cotton shorts. Septuagenarians sure have the comfort thing figured out!
As grays appear in a patch on my chest, and as I become more tired and sore at the end of each day, I accept this ever encroaching fate.
Getting older is the natural progression of life. We start doing it from the moment we’re born. Aging doesn’t cease until we take death’s hand in the end.
In addition to the many drawbacks of getting old, like memory loss and becoming increasingly more out of touch with young people, there are many less commonly addressed benefits. I just can’t remember any of them right now…
So if you see me out in public wearing socks with my flip-flops, or if you hear me complaining about not comprehending Roblox or Tik Tok, just remember you’re getting older as well. . .As always.
We may as well relax and enjoy this long and sometimes bumpy ride.