How Old are You?

When I tell people I am 62 years old, many of them seem surprised. I don’t FEEL 62, whatever that means. My Dad seemed old at 62, but maybe that’s because he WAS old. Is age a chronological count of your actual years, or how old you feel or look to others? Now when people tell me I look like I’m in my forties, I’m not sure whether they mean it or are trying to flatter me. Back to my Dad. When he was 62, he was retired, playing golf several times a week, and living in a mobile home in the low-key Los Angeles suburb of LaVerne, California. I am 62, at the peak of my career, starting new business ventures, writing books, not currently playing golf (though I intend to resume playing in a couple of weeks), and live in a home in South Hollywood. I walk daily and socialize with people of all ages. I don’t limit my social contacts to people my own age or older, though many of my acquaintances are in that demographic. In my view, age has a lot to do with attitude and openness to new ideas or inevitable electronic advances and changes. Age is partially how you look, and partially how you feel. When I reunite with people I knew in my youth, I am struck by how differently we view age and how we connect with the younger generation. How old are you? Stay young, stay alive.