On Getting Old

The past year I have found myself getting old. You may think I am exaggerating, but the truth is that this is the year I have gotten old. Not before this year, I had no grey hair and the aches and pains were minimal. These year my hair has turned grey and I am finding my joints in my fingers hurt when it's cold, a sure sign that I'm inheriting mild arthritis like both of my parents have suffered from for years. Dominyk asked me why I was getting grey hair and I just asked, "Have you ever seen a grandma that doesn't have grey hair?" He was satisfied with that response, knowing that in 6 months I'll be one and then, of course, the grey hair will be a necessity.

I've also spent a great deal of time reflecting and realizing who I am and that it's not going to change. I am pretty firmly established as a person, and while I hope that I make some changes, fundamentally I'm really not going to be much different. I don't feel 45 .... I still feel 20. I'm not ready for my life to be half over.... sometimes I feel like it's just beginning.

On the way to church this morning, we heard this song and then Sadie and I saw this movie together. I heard the chorus and realized that this is going to be my life. I'm never going to stop climbing. I'm never going to quit looking for something big to do next.

Here's the chorus:

Theres always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an up-hill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there.
Ain't about what's waitin on the other side.
It's the climb.