Old but young

To anyone who has ever blogged before please forgive me. I'm new at this. First time. Rookie. Or as I like to say before I try something I've never done, "Okay, how do I do this?"

To some of my friends I am old, mostly those under 45 years of age. To some of my friends I am young, like the winter texans who are my parents' age. To myself I say I am young some days, like when I am around kids in the preschool we get to serve, or when I am hanging out with middle schoolers or college kids.

But sometimes I feel old. My bones creak and crack making me wonder if I am going to come undone at some point and time. Or when I get up in the morning after not sleeping well.

This age thing is all in your head anyways, so say some friends, especially the winter texans who are over 60. I agree, when you are with youth, you feel youthful. When you are with older, wise, aged friends, you feel a little, yes, more ancient. That's why I hang out with preschoolers, middle schoolers, and college kids so much.

How old are you? How old do you feel? How old is your mind, your spirit, your soul?

When was the last time you learned how to do something you've never done before, like play guitar, the djembe, the flute? Or like ride a motorcycle, or pilot a sailboat, or drive a tractor? Or speak a foreign language, or an Indian dialect, or teach someone English?

When was the last time you bunjie jumped, rock-climbed, jumped out of a perfectly safe airplane with a parachute strapped to your back, climbed a volcano? When was the last time you took a risk, a chance, attempted to do something others told you that you couldn't do?

In my mind, small as it is, these are the things that make you feel young. These are the things life is made of. This is the stuff I'm gonna keep trying.

How old did you say you are?