La Sagrada Famila in Barcelona.
I read an article where, now older, comedian and film star Steve Martin no longer signs autographs. I think I’m going to make the same resolve.
The difference, of course, there was a time when Steve Martin’s autographs were in demand. Mine never were. But no matter, it’s a choice both of us can make.
Aging is a funny thing. It’s something everybody’s heading toward, but no one wants to face. Or even talk about . . . unless with one’s doctor. Or psychologist.
I read once where the 60th year is the beginning of old age. I thought that interesting as I cruised through that year all sails flying with a crisp breeze. At 65 it was the same thing. At 70, same.
Seventy is the new 60, we might say. But even with that, eventually we’re back to “the beginnings of old age.”
Some years ago I found myself standing in line at La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Anne and I were in Spain in one of our later-in-life international excursions “just because.” Seeing the cathedral itself was a high point of the whole trip, and a wonderful example of a man, an artist, a Christian, pursuing his life work to the end.* But that’s not my point here.
Waiting in line we got to chatting with a medical doctor from Santa Monica. He said, by his experience, people often carry on strong until their mid-80s. It’s different for every person, of course, but generally until then people will say, “I feel fine; I’ve got the same energy and interest in life I’ve always had.” Then they stop saying that so much, after which things can start changing pretty fast.
It was a good bit of insight from a person with plenty of experience with aging people.
The nice thing is that perhaps 80 is the new 70.
But 85 is still likely the same 85.
Just something to think about. Maybe I’ll write more on it another day.
(Meantime, let me know if you want my autograph.)
*Antoni Gaudi, architect of Catalonia