A Strange Age

Yesterday I turned 54. That is a strange age -- old enough to join AARP but not old enough for most senior discounts.
Sometimes I feel older -- When my body aches, I don't have the stamina that I used to have, and I have no clue where I put the car keys. Or when the clerk gives me the Senior discount without asking, even though I am not old enough yet. That happened to me Sunday at the movie theatre. Now I know I have a lot of well-earned grey in my hair, and I probably looked ancient to the teenager behind the counter. But REALLY, I am only 54.
Many times I feel younger. I remember an old saying that "Youth is wasted on the young." I know what they are talking about. I have more dreams and visions now than when I was 20. I am no longer afraid of taking a chance --- I have failed enough times in the past, that what is one more? And I might get lucky.
Then I realize that I only have a few good years left. Only God knows how many. And I want to make the best use of them that I possibly can. I have a sense of urgency. Too bad my energy level doesn't match! So I guess I will just have to learn how to use my time more wisely and efficiently. I no longer get angry at every injustice. That is just a waste of precious time and energy. Oh, I know they are wrong and I want to do something, but I know I can only do so much, and I pick my battles wisely.
May God grant me the time and energy that I need. I have tons of projects and ideas. And sometimes I worry if I will ever get them done. But then I remember what a co-worker who fought cancer said, "I have a 100% chance of finishing the work God has for me." That's a pretty good attitude. I can live with that.