“70 is the new 50” was undoubtedly coined by someone in their 70s. Growing old means you are now one of those blue haired church ladies. It means you have achieved a lifetime of memories – good and bad. When you’re in your 70s you should have matured like a fine wine, but chances are you have already gone sour.
The pull of gravity has taken its toll. Everything from the top down has sagged or grown wider. Your mind tells you that you can still do what you did in your twenties while your body can’t wait to turn in at 8 PM each night.
You go in search of something only to forget what it was when you get there. You can remember the names of the kids you went to school with, but now you may forget the names of your grandchildren and you only have three of them.
You spend more time in a doctor’s office than your mother did. In fact you have become your mother! You thought you would be retired and sitting on the beach in Maui, but instead you continue plugging along trying to get by on your Social Security check each month.
Your hearing fails along with most of your other senses. You have lost your youthful glow. You are so much crabbier. You have given up trying to prove something. You have been there and done that. Liver spots are taking the place of acne.
Actually, I remember my fifties and they were a few of the worse years of my life. I much prefer the seventies. I feel so distinguished!
II Corinthians 4:16
“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.”