Now if you've seen the title and are above 30 you might have thought, "this whipper snapper doesn't know what he is even talking about. He's not old! Let him talk about old age and greying hair in 20-30 more years." You are right. I'm not old nor do I probably know what I'm talking about.
If you are under 30 you may be thinking, "Boy, I hope he makes it another couple of years. I wonder if he needs a wheelchair or walker. Does he have arthritis? How does he even move in the morning." To which I respond, "Shut it."
I don't think 30 is old and this isn't a thought about "Woe is me!" I'm actually happy about my age. And even MORE happy about the few grey hairs I have. It is akin to seeing those first couple of chest hairs in your adolescent years or when you realize that you have ONE hair on your chin and think it's time to shave daily.
It is a stage in my life. I am not done changing. I may be twice the man I was in High School, but in High School I didn't have a wife that loved me, two kids whom I adore. I didn't know that I had friends in California, New York and all points in between. Life then was...High School.
I've noticed a few grey hairs in my goatee and a couple on my temples. I smile and realize that when I reach the 60 year mark I will look back at the last 30 years of my life and laugh because I thought I knew what life was all about at 30.
I was telling a friend a story in my life and I used the phrase, "20 years ago..." I won't lie. I stuttered and stopped for a second and thought..."really...20 years ago!" My kids celebrated birthdays and I realized that in 13 more years they will be graduating and going to college. 13 years! That's 13 Christmases, 13 Thanksgiving meals, 13 March Madness'.
Life does move fast. I just hope I enjoy and take it all in before it's too late.
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