Lee StubbsI’m about one month away from my 48th birthday, which has given me cause for recent reflection about my age.
In many ways, getting older is very cool.
For example, I have found that I’m generally wiser and more financially secure than I was in my younger years. Likewise, I feel more settled and at peace with who I am and where I’m at. Hair loss and weight gain don’t bother me like they once did.
Of course, there are a few downsides to advancing up to, and maybe a little bit past, the middle-age years on the old totem pole of life.
For instance, your mind my be sharper, but your body is definitely duller. It doesn’t matter how much I work out or engage in physical activity (both on-again, off-again endeavors these days), I can still tell that my body can’t take what it took a few years ago.
Case in point: it took me two days to recover from last weekend’s Platte County R-3 High School Class of 1980 30-year reunion.
The two-day event began last Friday, when several of us played golf at Shiloh Springs amidst heat/humidity that made the beverages go down too smooth. Later that night was an informal gathering at Tanner’s, where the beverages also went down smooth. And the reunion was culminated by the main event Saturday night at the Seven Bridges Clubhouse, where — you guessed it — the beverages went down smoother still.
All in all, it was a great time — we had about 40 or so of our classmates make it back for the reunion, including many whom I had not seen for 20 years or longer. Many said they had such a good time, they wanted to plan the next reunion for five years instead of 10. I don’t know if my body can take it.
At any rate, I want to thank my co-reunion committee members who made it all happen — Derek, Susan, Laquetta, Tammy, Penny, Holly and Ruth. Well done, friends.