During a New Year’s office cleaning session, I came across my old writing assignments from my years in the Writer’s Guild. One assignment, dated July 23, 2011, was called “You are only as young as yesterday’s baby.” I thought it would be fun to write a ten year later update.
Shocker, I have continued to age. I am no longer the hip, 59-year-old grandma that I used to be. I am now a slow moving, 69-year-old who can’t seem to get all the body parts working well at the same time. The love of my life is a 70-year-old man who gets thinner as I get thicker. My 40-something daughters are having mid-life crises involving job changes and making fewer commitments. My grandchildren are 20- and 17-year-old young adults contemplating careers and separate lives.
Technology and cell phones continue to evolve. I just traded in my three-year-old Samsung Galaxy S9 for a Galaxy S21+ with 5G. I know now that I do want a phone that operates at lightning speed. Not sure why Samsung Galaxy phones skipped the teens. They may regret that. I have found memories of my teens. When I hear music from the 1960’s, I am transported back to that time and place. It was a troubled time not much different from the 2020’s.
I am happy to report that the space program is back. The United States now has a Space Force as a branch of the military, but manned space flight is being done by private companies. For a fee, you can be blasted 62 miles into space, beyond the Kármán line, and float back down to earth for a splashdown at sea. William Shatner, known to Star Trek fans as Captain Kirk, was shot into space last October going where no 80-year-old had gone before. To me, it was inspiring. We never get too old to experience new things and achieve lifelong dreams.
I would like to report that society cherishes the experience and wisdom that come with age, but I can’t. My experience has been that as soon as your hair turns gray you become invisible and insignificant. The corona virus pandemic that started in late 2019 has changed society. The Great Resignation that has occurred because of it includes many Baby Boomers exiting the workplace, for good. Unlike their younger counterparts, they are not looking for a higher paying, home-based opportunity. Baby Boomers are finally saying, “I quit.” It is not that we can’t work anymore; it is we don’t want to. Too much has changed too quickly, and we don’t want to try to keep up anymore.
As for me, I am not quite ready to say, “I quit” but I am keenly aware of my own, fast approaching, freshness date. What is left to experience and achieve? I am not sure. I may not be yesterday’s baby, but I am still younger than William Shatner. Catch up with me in another ten years to find out what kind of cell phone I have and if I have been to space.