ODD

This year so far has been an odd year. Sure it ends in an odd number, but besides that there is a lot of craziness going from what I remember. Then again, it could be my age is showing.

Talking with one of my adult children about my lack of interest in the next stage of development for me. Senior Years, Old age? I am searching for a name that makes it sound better. Not quite sure how precious my pearls of wisdom will be, but hopeful in time both me and my words will be. Honestly? It feels like I completely missed adulthood, teenager to old lady sounds more accurate. “I’m not ready for this!”

For some reason, when I was young, I felt old. Now that I am getting old, I feel young. Definitely out of step with the norm.

My maternal grandmother was born just before nineteen hundred. She  was just becoming an adult at the time of the Spanish Flu epidemic, a much younger woman during her pandemic experience than myself. She lived close to her mid nineties. I asked her about how old she felt inside. She said twenty. So maybe a genetic thing?

All the recent events in the world make me wonder how they leave a mark on us. What kind of seniors will my generation make in the next decade? We will be the seniors of the mid 2020s to maybe 2060s.

As I said, I am not sure I am ready to be a senior. Born at the end of the  Baby Boomers, we aren’t fully in the group, nor Generation Xers. We are a kind of Tweeners, at least that is how it feels to me.

Never quite feeling like a grown up, but too old to be a kid. Looking forward to the ability to choose something between happy and cantankerous; only being set in the ways that serve me and take on adventures, try new things that pique my interest, and enjoy life.