2015 for some reason feels a bit surreal for lack of a better word. I keep thinking back to Flour Bluff ISD, Mrs. Trudy Morris lecturing our 6th grade class, "You kids will probably see the turn of the next century", and adding up with all the fingers on both hands the age I would be in the year 2000. I sat in awe, staring out the window of our classroom, overwhelmed as my imagination flashed vivid pictures, sorta like 'The Jetsons' and would it be possible for me to even live that long.
Now here it is well into that new century. I am 53 and still wondering what old will feel like while a part of me realizes my grandchildren probably think Nana is kinda old and a little crazy.
I wonder if friends my age look around like I do and think "My parents seemed so much older, at this age, than I am now."?
My Mom says, "Steffie, your mind does not grow old. Just your body."
I guess that sums it up.
Life is full of change.
My perception of stability and how I should feel at this age has evolved greatly in the last few years. What I have figured out is there are just some things I will never figure out.
I make it a point to tell my grandchildren how life was in the 1970's. Clothing, color schemes and the almost unbelievable differance in social norms, gender gap, and strict definition of family quite different from today. Who knew?
Kinda like both my Grandmothers and the stories they shared from the century before- and so it goes.
The Jetson's are still furturistic and I still do not feel old.
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