Today is my 52nd birthday – it was two years ago today that I proudly wore my tiara with the declaration, “50” on the front of it and celebrated by having 50 girlfriends join me for lunch at my favorite restaurant. A lot has happened in the last two years – some good, some bad, but through it all, I still feel pretty good about “being in my 50’s”. Sure my body isn’t what I’d like it to be. Some of that I can change, but some of it is simply a matter of aging. It’s also true that my brain gets a little rattled sometimes and I know people look at me differently – I’m now often considered “older”. But, overall, being in my sixth decade is pretty cool.
Last night we stopped by Michael John’s performance again – well, we’d planned to “stop by”, but ending up staying for all of it. Anyway, one of the songs he regularly sings is Jack ‘n Diane. As I listened to the words last night, on the eve of my 52nd birthday, I had to disagree with the line, “Oh yeah, life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.” I mean, here are two American teenagers making a statement like that – heck, they probably thought that line applied to anyone over thirty. As someone more than two decades beyond thirty, I can certainly say that I haven’t lost the thrill of living. How sad would that be? No, there’s a lot of thrill left: places to go, people to see, things to do, lessons to learn, beer to drink…(that last one’s for my daughter-in-law). Will I still feel that way when I’m seventy or eighty? I’m not sure, but I know a few people that age that are wonderful examples; who give me hope and show me what is possible. No, Jack is, I hope, simply wrong.