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by Mike Petrie October,
2000: It’s 12:55 p.m. and here I sit on the scenic
sands of Laguna Beach, California. The sky is blue, as is the
ocean. The beach itself is speckled with people, but not many.
So, here I sit, reclined in my beach chair, toes dug into the sand, writing this on my final day as a man in his forties. Tomorrow I will turn the dreaded Five-Oh! No longer will I be “middle aged.” Tomorrow I will enter that stage of life commonly referred to as “OLD!” Fifty - the chronological demarcation that you are clearly on the “downslope.” Your life is MORE than half over. You are “over the hill,” as they say, and cruising down the other side toward everyone’s inevitable end . . . the great beyond! Fifty seems to shout at me wherever I go these days: The commercial on TV and radio advertising a vitamin for active “older people.” It goes, “Because you’re over 50 and still exploring, there’s vitamin created especially for you!” Ugh! The “Today Show” health segment that airs each morning (I never paid it any attention until recently) is called, “Forever Young . . . a guide to life after fifty” (as if turning fifty requires some special guide). A recent episode of the popular TV sitcom, “Dharma & Greg” was about Greg’s mother entering a beauty pageant for “older women aged 50 to 70.” Never mind that I personally identify most with the nubile, youthful characters of Dharma & Greg rather than with Greg’s mother (who, the show implied, was 50), but now I am to be lumped categorically by age with people who are 70? Oh my God! Tomorrow I will cross over that age threshold into a land of old people! Okay, not truly “old people.” Not people who are “elderly”; not people who hobble around using a walker to assist their feeble locomotion. But, clearly and undeniably, over that line . . . no longer in the “young” column, even if not quite in the “elderly” column yet. Oh Lord, FIFTY! And tomorrow it will happen . . . to me. I know it is not at all uncommon to hear people ask, “Where did the time go?” But, I am asking it just the same. Where the hell did the time go? Certainly it was within the mere blink of an eye that I was a youthful, upwardly mobile professional . . . a YUPPIE! But no, that was actually a very long time ago . . . the 1980's. It seems like the blink of an eye . . . but, alas, only to all of us OLD PEOPLE! Not only are the 1980's long since over, we are now entering an entirely new CENTURY! Amazing! It doesn’t seem all that long ago that I was hanging out with my friends - cruising for girls, partying, attending Rock concerts . . . but heck, that was waaay back in the 1960's and 1970's! Ancient history! And those fast paced 1980's that seem as if they occurred but a moment ago? Well, children born then are in their late teens now - nearly grown-ups themselves! Strange. How very strange this concept of time passing . . . of aging. But aging, as the old saying goes, certainly beats the alternative. And I can’t (or at least shouldn’t) complain about the years that have been spent. Good God, what a great time I’ve had! There certainly isn’t much, if anything, that I would want to change. We Baby Boomers were born into (and helped create) the most amazing decades of modern times. All those uniquely Boomer segments of our lives, from Howdy Doody to hippies to yuppies - not to mention friends and loves who shared in them - have made our life and times a wonderama of fun, excitement & emotions. So, as I sit here on the sandy beach - enjoying my last day of being a “forty-something” man - I must humbly confess to you that I am very thankful for the “interesting times” we Boomers have collectively enjoyed and all that we’ve managed to squeeze into the first ? century . . . and am eagerly looking forward to the next 50 years as well. And why shouldn’t we all be looking forward to the next ? century? Okay, so we’re not kids anymore, but must we succumb to the stigma of becoming old? I think not. We truly are “fifty and still exploring” as the TV commercial claims. Clearly we are beginning the next 50 years with a serious “leg up” compared to when the first 50 years began. The only advantage we had 50 years ago was youth & longevity. Otherwise, we had to start from scratch! We now have so many advantages over the “kids” that we once were - so many advantages that it might be considered a fair trade to relinquish some youth. I don’t think turning 50 is going to really bother me. I’m in a very good place at this stage of life and plan to continue growing from here. It’s actually far more fun being a grown-up than it was to be a kid. A lot of us grown-ups loose sight of that, I think. It seems incorrect when someone refers to their teen years as, “In my day . . . .” Teen years are not “my day,” they are merely preparation for them. “In my day” is right now! Heck, THESE ARE “my days!” ©2001 Mike Petrie Mike Petrie lives in Laguna Niguel, California, and can be contacted at mpetrie@petrielaw.com. Visit his web site at: www.petrielaw.com/mikepetrie
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very crowded, it is a “work day” after all. The sunlight glistens
off each wave as it crests before pounding onto the shore. Until
a few moments ago, I was among the Spartan surfers out there riding
those waves - until cold and fatigue pulled me from the water,
relegating me to mere observer. But even just watching is a pleasant
enough activity; the scene seems to epitomize the phrase, “Just
another day in paradise!” Laguna Beach looks every inch the California
dream place the Beach Boys always sang about, and I feel as if
I’m living the California dream just being here today.