My youngest little sister was 50 years old yesterday, which means all of my bothers and sisters are officially "senior citizens" of some sort! Strange, I don't even feel 50 and the youngest of us is 50! My next youngest sister is 55 next week. (I wouldn't have mentioned Barbara by name, but there is no way anyone who doesn't already know it can identify her!)
It started me thinking about how time passes. Many years ago, I started to understand why, when I was a child, my parents friends always commented about "how fast we (my brothers and sisters) were growing! Even when I see my Granddaughters every six weeks, I am amazed at how much they "age" in that time, much less a year or years.
I recently realized it has been 8 years since I washed/cleaned out my gym bag (which may be a story in itself). My favorite sports jacket is 17 years old, I have a "gimme" hat that is approaching 30 years old (I still wear it as a "walking hat" and it actually looks pretty good!), the t-shirt I got at my first 5k run (ok, I really ran the one mile "fun run") is almost 25 years old etc.
I'm not sure what it all means, except time passes, and it gives some meaning to the saying that goes something to the effect "Life is what happens while you are waiting for life to happen" .
Anyway, I can't say I regret getting older, I can't do anything about it anyway and "experience" is nice to have sometimes!
Anyway Happy Birthday to Barbara and Eleanor! Enjoy your youth! You are ONLY 50 and 55!
