This Wednesday at 4:10 a.m., I will turn 70 years old. I don’t feel 70—except for my knees and my back—but every old person says that. Our spirits are ageless. Inside, we’re still 6 and 13 and 28 and 49 . . . .
But the number scares me. When I was a kid, 70 was old/the end of life. There was nothing beyond it. Now, maybe because there are so many of us 70-something baby boomers, maybe because a lot of the diseases that used to kill people early don’t anymore, 70 is barely a tiptoe into seniorhood. We could last another 30 or 40 years. My grandfather made it to 98, my dad to 97, his cousin to 96. On the other side of the family, the numbers aren’t as good, but we won’t dwell on that. Nobody knows when they’re going to die. I don’t know how people who don’t believe in God live with the uncertainty.
My 70-something friends are welcoming me into the cool kids’ club. Most are still very active, despite a few aches and pains. The other day when I walked into my friend’s house with a cane due to my gimpy knee, she brought out six different sprays and creams designed to relieve pain. I took two home; they kind of worked. She also talked about slipping off her diet to eat “pot cookies.” We both talk about buying campers and hitting the road. We grownup hippies are too young to be old.
But I read the obits. People my age die. People my age need hip replacements. People my age get cancer. Or not. I worry more about how most young people perceive 70, the same way I did: old/at the end/finished. I don’t want those perceptions to get in my way.
I’m just getting started. I have done a lot in my 70 years. If God calls, “Time!” I have done enough, but there are so many more books to read and write, songs to sing, people to meet, and places to go. I want to see how today’s children turn out. I want to see how “This is Us” and “Grey’s Anatomy” end. I want to know if my hair will ever turn completely white. The turn of the odometer just reminds me not to waste a minute.
So, here comes 70. I’m planning to go to Mass, hike in the woods a bit, have lunch with friends in Waldport, and, if the weather cooperates, read or play a little music in the sun. Just like I would have done when I was 69. If any locals would like to join us for lunch, let me know so we can save you a seat.
Here are some fun quotes about turning 70: https://seniors.lovetoknow.com/senior-life/turning-70-quotes-celebrate-joy-laughter
WebMD offers a list of the scary changes one can expect between 70 and 80. You don’t have to click on that. Instead, I offer Janet Harrigan Davis’ Pinterest board full of fun and inspiration about being 70.
Check out all these famous people who are in their 70s. Tom Selleck is older than me??? Meryl Streep! Dolly Parton! Go, us!
Whether you are younger, older, or the same age as me, what do you think about age 70? Is it “one foot in the grave,” no big deal, or something to cheer about? Let’s talk about it.
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Happy Birthday to you and welcome to the “70’s” club. I turned 73 in January and like yourself I have the heart of a kid, but the body, well that’s another issue. I can’t complain though, because overall I am in good health, on no prescription meds, sometimes a pain relief med for my gimpy knee or back but other than that, I can’t complain. Some days are better then others whether it is how I feel or how my body decides to work for that day, but I just try to leave it all in God’s hands because the truth be told, I just can’t do it on my own like I used to think when I was younger. In Scripture God tells us that he will be with us even when our hair is white (I think that it is in Isaiah) See, mind is going as well. Oh, what the heck, I just keep on doing whatever I think the Good Lord wants me to do and try to be faithful each day. Just show up, that is what He asks. God Bless you Sue for all you do and for your lovely gift of music which you share with our parish. Cherylann
Thank you so much, Cherylann.
I’m right behind you, Sue!!
70 is as good as any other number 🙂. The thing is, it varies person by person.
I’m 71. I can feel the years, and see them in the mirror, but that doesn’t define me. Oh, it’s part of the definition, but there are many other parts that are more important. I’m an author, a mother and a grandmother, a gardener, love dogs, cats are good, too, but don’t care for cleaning their sandbox 🤣…
Loved your article and got a bit of a giggle from one line: “I don’t know how people who don’t believe in God live with the uncertainty.” People who don’t believe in God have no uncertainty, they simply accept the circle of life. ❤️
61 here. 🙂 When it comes to birthdays & getting older, I am always happy to quote my wise & wonderful grandma (who lived to be 85): “It beats the alternative.” 😉 Happy birthday, Sue!