This morning on news 1130, they talked about a poll (there must be a poll for everything) that asked baby boomers how they would catagorize themselves: old or middle aged? The majority thought they were middle aged and when asked when "old age" began, they said "about 80 years of age".
Asking the same question of 20somethings, they thought "old" began at 60. OH MY! I thought. Noooooo......I just had that milestone birthday last month and "old" doesn't register with me yet. Interestingly, a decade ago, I had identified myself as "the oldest of the young". I'm going to have to relabel the current decade otherwise it will have to be "the youngest of the old." And maybe that is correct but I want to delay the "old" factor for as long as possible and it is not YET.
So, when is one old? Is it when you turn 30? 40? This is not a useless question. We get only one life. What will define what I can do, or who I am? Will I waste time decrying the age I am, mourning the loss of youth? I have observed this attitude in any/every decade of life, mine included.
What do you think? When is one old?
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