Welcome to Years

I distinctly remember the moment that I knew what it meant to be old. I was about 7 years old at the time, and it was my mother's birthday. She was turning 30. I remembered privately pondering what it would feel like to be 30, and decided that turning 30 was definitely the turning point.

Not many years later I was talking with my sisters about the year 2000, and how old each of us would be at the turn of the century. Some quick math revealed that I would be 47. That frightening prospect seemed incomprehensible to me, but one thing was sure - that was definitely old.

Both of those benchmarks have long-since come and gone. Yet I still don't feel old. In fact, I may know less about what it means to be old now than I did then. But rather than stew about this privately, it occurred to me that I'm probably not the only one that wants to understand this process better, and live it to the best of our ability.

Thus, "Years - the blog". Stand by for thoughts, questions, and musings.