What Is It Like To Be 75

What Is It Like To Be 75

The other day the wife said: "I can't believe you're going to be 75 in December." She said it like I should be depressed. Sooo, why aren't I?

Five to fifteen was a dramatic change for me. I went from a kid with no responsibilities to someone who was starting his life. 

Fifteen to twenty five was a major change. Work, marriage, kids and trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted wasn't the happiest time of my life.

Twenty five to thirty five was a big change. Higher positions and much more responsibility at work and divorce were the most stressful of my life.

Thirty five to forty five was more fun than less fun. Another divorce didn't help, but falling in love with the best person I ever met, made the no fun into a lot of fun. Also, I finally figured out who I was, what I wanted and how I had the power to control my happiness, made my life so very much better.

Forty five to fifty five was just more of the same good stuff.

Fifty five to sixty five was even better than forty five to fifty five because I retired. 

Sixty five to seventy five is fabulous. I'm still with the love of my life. I'm very proud of my writing and my friendships are even more appreciated.

Other than a few more aches and pains, I don't expect seventy five to eighty five to be much different than sixty five to seventy five.

Eighty five to ninety five will be a big, big change because I will be dead exactly one month before my ninety fifth birthday. 

Maybe, by that time they will have figured out how to keep people living longer or maybe, they will be able to install my memories into a designer baby.

Well, if none of that happens, Seventy five is currently a happy time for me and dying one month before my ninety fifth birthday will have meant that I had a fantastic life.