Senior Again

The first time I thought being a senior was a big deal, I was 18 years old and in my last year of high school. I looked forward to crossing the threshold into a new and exciting world, filled with new experiences and much-anticipated freedom.

Last night, I celebrated becoming a senior again with new friends I’ve made since moving to Avon Lake. This time, “Senior” means I’m turning 65!

As we sat around a table in a warmly lit restaurant surrounded by a patio lit with twinkly lights, we sipped our chocolate martinis and laughed about stories of forgetfulness and commiserated about our graying hair . Other more serious topics included Medicare, estates & trusts, dermatology, kids & grandkids, husbands & health. Still, there was plenty of laughter and camaraderie.

I couldn’t help reflecting on past birthdays and how conversations with friends have differed over the decades. From talking about boys, driver’s licenses, silly curfews and college in my teens, to weddings and babies in my young adulthood, to teenage kids, divorce, next chapters, and empty nests over the next few decades.

It’s all gone by so quickly, and I’m grateful to have been able to share the years and conversations with some great friends.

The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pen
High School Besties on 50th Birthday Cruise

I was a senior a second time in college. It took me fifteen years to get there, and maybe that’s why at the age of 30, I thought I was getting old. REALLY?!?

Thirty-five years later, that makes me laugh. Because for whatever reason, since then, I’ve never really felt as old as I did turning 30.

Anyway. Now, here I am, a senior . . . again. As with the first time I was a senior, I look forward to crossing the threshold into a new and exciting world, (retirement?) filled with new experiences and much-anticipated freedom.

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11 Responses to Senior Again

  1. Kim Dombrowsky says:

    So true. Well said my friend. I feel the same.

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  2. Wayne Yee says:

    Jan, you have a gift of “putting things down on paper” (That statement puts us in a certain demographic, doesn’t it?). Reading stirs me to think about my own journey, in unique ways I would otherwise miss. Thank you, and Happy Birthday!

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  3. Well, here’s a warning–growing old ain’t for sissies.
    Time speeds up. Where there used to be 24 hours in the day, now there’s only 12. The biggest loss comes between 6 am and 6 pm, which now is only 4 hours. Carve out a couple of meals and an afternoon nap, and there’s not enough time left to do anything productive.
    Also, you never get a day off–which I think is age discrimination. Young people get time off. Why shouldn’t we? I urge you to write your congressman and demand equal rights.
    BTW – you sure don’t look 65.

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  4. Ann M. (Ambrose) Davis says:

    Jan, you say it so well!! Love the article and look forward to reading more. I have added my email to your list. Happy Birthday and may your day bring tons of smiles to you!!
    And I agree, you do not look 65.

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  5. You look great, Jan, and you’ll never catch me! πŸ˜‰. Time does fly. We just need to find joy on each day and be thankful for our many blessings.

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    • Jan Morrill says:

      Thank you, Janet! I so agree with you and find that to be one of the blessings of aging–our realization of how time flies and that we better darn well enjoy every moment! πŸ™‚


  6. Dear Jan,

    I’ll echo everyone else in saying how great you look. Never would’ve guessed 65. I remember feeling old in my 40’s. Now I look back on 65 and forward this year to another milestone birthday.
    I retired at 62 and have never looked back. Of course that’s when my writing picked up and artwork as well. Life has never been more full.
    I could go on but I don’t want to be one of those commentors who makes it all about themselves.
    Happy birthday, you sweet young thing


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