For the past few months, I have been going through this horrible, embarrassing midlife "thing" where I love babies. LOVE them. And because the stars are aligned or life is really cruel my Facebook and Instagram feeds seem to be overflowing with wee little ones who are sleeping, learning to walk, just born or maybe celebrating a first birthday.
When I was 24 my idea of "dating older" was dating somebody who was 26. I was so age-phobic I didn't even have friends who were more than ten years older than I was. Now that I'm of a certain age, I'm friends with a lot of 20-somethings and have a bit of a reputation for dating younger. Time has a way with irony.
I am not delusional about the effects of aging, but I am also aware that strength and vitality can come from places other than a healthy body and a young mind. I am aware that as I age, my two greatest assets become perspective and creativity. And I am aware that as I have aged, those assets have, if anything, become noticeably stronger.
Playing sports is "hard wired" into the male species. We are born with the drive to be competitive and to win. We are obsessed with being the fastest, the strongest, the nimblest and in the end the best. Playing organized sports has always been the easiest way to do just that... But as we aged, our ability to play sports at a highly elevated competitive level changed.
Remember there are always 1,440 minutes in each day. They do not vary from day to day. If you understand that, you can map out a plan for using them wisely. Appreciate and accept that some of these minutes will be used systematically day-in and day-out for essential task... It is how you use the remaining minutes that make the difference in your emotional and financial well-being.