As I was writing this, my wife arose for the morning and I shared our morning kiss and hug with her. She provided “I love you.” I responded with “will you still love me when I’m sixty-four?”
Her response was incredulous and surprised me ‘what… you’re sixty-four? Even my own wife couldn’t believe how old I had become. Upon clarification, she revealed that she had thought she had missed my birthday, not that I was getting old. After all, her age is keeping up with me.
While I don’t feel young, I certainly don’t feel old. Things that used to be important to me aren’t so important now. I don’t care as much about what people think about me. While I don’t enjoy being disliked, being Liked isn’t all that big of a deal either.
My social media reach is far greater than my personal day-to-day circle of contacts. With several hundred friends on Facebook, twenty-five hundred connections on Linkedin and close to half a million reads of my content on Quora, I’m surrounded by social-media friends.
Best friends that I have never met. My social media footprint is fairly large. They probably haven’t got a clue that I’m getting up there in years, long in the tooth, so to speak.
I also grew up listening to the Steve Miller Band … ‘time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’ into the future.’ It certainly does. I wonder if they will still Like me when I’m seventy-four?