The good old days are NOW !!
This is for you all who send me the dozens and dozens of nostalgia emails that flood the internet:
I love that you care enough and work hard to keep in touch. Â However, I have to say that all the postings I get from others of our age talking about âThe Pastâ, âAre you old enough to rememberâŠâ,Â âThe back nineâŠâ, âAh, the good olâ daysâ and the Â thousands of other postings telling us that we are nearing the end â go right into my trash. Â
I donât see any of them as promoting a forward thinking, productive future. Or promoting a long, happy âsenior experienceâ. Â They all hint that âit is overâ. Â For me,Â ITâS NOT! Â Sure things change but my life is about creatingÂ NEWÂ memories rather than wistfully reliving old ones. Then was âthenâ, and we are still hereâŠterrific, but itâs time to move forward â not sit and look at what was.Â
Iâm 71 years old now and last week I launched a new business. Â It means working hard, dreaming, and risk taking. Â Iâm not the stud I was, but I look forward to my next lover. Â Iâm starting plans for an 8,000 mile motorcycle trip next Spring. Â Itâs enough that my grandchildren remind me Iâm old. Â I donât have time to dwell on my past, I have too much ahead of me for that nonsense. Â Sure things are different today. Â I just had a new new knee put in a couple of months ago. Â It is not what Iâd hoped for and hurts like hell!Â Oh well, adapt and move forward, donât just sit there and think about my âHay Dayâ. Â This is it now! Â
I am surrounded by tons of men and women in their 70âČs and 80âČs who live to ride their Spyders, go places, meet new people, and have new adventures. Â They are amazing in their curiosity and agile thinking. Â They are engaged in life, not reliving it. Â They are my heroes. Â My teachers.
I donât know what tomorrow will bring, itâs not really my business and I have little say in it anyway. Â All I can do is look forward and make plansâŠwhat happens, well, weâll see. Â So, Thanks for keeping in touch, please donât stop, but donât ask me to buy into the nostalgia of what was or could have been. Â Life is too short. Â I have to get to work now, itâs not going to do it itself.Ride in Comfort, John Anderson