I recently celebrated my 53rd birthday, so the subject of aging is something that is front and center in my mind nowadays. Like many other Baby Boomers, I have decided to fight the aging process. However, my plan may be a little different from that of most of my fellow Baby Boomers. They seem to want to focus on stuff like hair coloring and plastic surgery, which only cover up the signs of aging. But I’m not concerned about that stuff. Grey hair, wrinkles, and sagging body parts are not what makes a person old. Slowing down is what makes one old. Therefore, I have decided that, as much as possible, I am going to speed up, not slow down, as I get older.
So, let’s say, if I average walking five laps a day at the mall this year, I’ll shoot for an average of six day next year, seven a day the year after that, and so on. I will try to move a little quicker and snappier next year than this year, and even quicker and snappier the year after that. I will try to hone my coordination and reflexes with each coming year. I will try to sharpen my vision and hearing year by year. I will try to sit down faster, get up faster, and walk faster as time goes by. In other words, I will try to do just the opposite of what is expected from someone who is moving headlong toward his golden years. I will not accept the so-called “norm.” The slowing down process will have to take me kicking and screaming, which, by the way, are two things I might try to start doing more of.
Now some people might conclude that all of this is a recipe for early death. If that’s the case, then so be it. I’d rather burn out than rust out. I’d rather have the mortician find calluses on my hands and feet than find them on my back and butt.