When I'm Sixty-Four!

When I'm sixty-four...
When I get older losing my hair,

Many years from now....... 
I was 18 years old when this song was written in 1966, that was 46 years ago. It was released on June 1, 1967 two days before my 19th, birthday. Gosh almighty, what did turning or even reaching 64 mean to me then? My parents were still in their forties and my grandparents had either passed or were somewhere in their sixties. Sixty something seemed a far off destination, a remote thought, I really never gave it much more credence. Ah, the arrogance of youth! I was on the threshold of life, with many adventures yet to be lived and discovered. The Beatles were my idols and Paul McCartney my favorite, life was good! I was a true flower child, a hippie byproduct of the sixties, my strict parents would not allow me to go to Woodstock, however! Crushed and disappointed, I somehow survived and moved forward.
I'm here to say that turning 64 today has now become a reality, yet somehow surreal. The funny thing is that, that young person inside still exists, with perhaps more wisdom, a few more wrinkles (OK, a lot more), but still that desire to discover and learn, with many more adventures yet to be discovered out there on the horizon. Gosh I haven't even seen the green flash yet!
In many ways, living my third trimester of life, has been the gift of life itself. I am healthy, my husband, children and grandchildren are all fine, I am still needed and my soul still being fed by the gifts that opportunity allow. Still loving Paul McCartney, and my Birkenstocks too! Great sandals for anyone with plantar fasciitis, by the way.
I must say that turning 64 is pretty darn coooooool! 
I embrace it gracefully, a lucky person am I!!!
Peace out! Rock on! Wipe out! Am I mixing generations here???
Posted to: Nancy Claelys - A Rural Journal