elder statesman

How old do you have to be before your age engenders respect?

Maybe you never grow into that phase?

That’s what I’m worried about.

No….actually, I’m not worried. I only said that for effect.

I turned 56 today.

My birthday fell on Easter Sunday last year.

This year I don’t have that kind of competition.

You can’t compete with Christ….for a lot of different reasons.

It’s not a good thing to compete with Christ for attention.

That’s kind of sick to try to do that….and not very Biblical.

It is kind of interesting growing older…and, whether or not you have any great affection for birthdays, hopefully it’s something that keeps happening for a while.

I wonder if maybe the way you grow into respect as you age is to never voice any questions about how old you have to be before you’re old enough to deserve respect?

There’s nothing cool about neediness….no matter how old you get.

Here’s my bucket list…..

  1. Take Nate to school.
  2. Take the trash to the dump.
  3.  work on the treehouse.
  4. get rid of some clothes that I’m too old for now….all the “hip” stuff….the youthful stuff.
  5. buy some pleated pants with elastic waistbands
  6. eat some cake

It’s a short list…I don’t want to push things.

One day at a time….that’s my new motto.

Wait…one more….number 7. Start taking fish oil more regularly….it’s good for your heart.

I should exercise some, too…..maybe with that limber old lady on the television….windmills and deep knee bends and that thing where I sit in a chair and hold rolls of toilet paper out in front of me.

Man….there’s a lot of responsibility in growing older.

I’m 56….and I have a two-year-old daughter.

I’m a pretty darn young 56!!

I’m still pretty immature for my age!!

If I keep up this trend of immaturity….and don’t ever really learn to act my age….I should live forever!!!

Ahhhhh, but who wants to live forever? Not me, for one.

Who wants to type forever, too?

Not me….for one.

Anyway, I think that the secret to living a happy life is to live it in an “outward” way as much as possible.

It’s harder to remember how old you feel when you’re concentrating on the people around you.

That’s a leaf I’m going to turn in the coming year….quit all this navel gazing.

Living the victory!!

Living the victory!!!

That’s me…living the victory…on my birthday!!



About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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