No more celebration.

I wake up. And my most immediate thought comes. I'm getting old. Because I've just counted my chronological age. It's considered old. By lots of people. Especially by young people. And I let that influence me. If others think 77 is old, then I must be old. But then, I know people who are in their 80s and 90s. Even 100. And that makes me young. Relatively speaking. I joke with my women friends. Telling 'em that there's such a thing as woman years. That women age faster than men. That a woman in her 50s can be in her 80s. By counting in woman years. That doesn't go over very big. Unless the woman has a sense of humor. Anyway, the older I get, the more I decide to stop counting. I no longer celebrate my birthdays. --Jim Broede