Time zooms on by.

I'm 59.  My older daughter is 29, a nurse, and has a son.  My younger daughter is 25, second year vet college.  My oldest brother is turning 80.  The only new car I ever bought, my 82 Z28, is 37 years old.  I've lived in the same house for 34 years.  I've been in business for 32 years.

I could go on, but I'll be 80 in 21 years, and I don't have the berkeleying time...

Time isn't holding up. 

Time isn't absolute.

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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.

I'm 57 years old.  A few short years ago my girlfriend (now my wife) stopped over to celebrate my dad's 50 year old birthday party with my family.  He was HALF a CENTURY and was old, really old.  
 

Somehow I'm not old at 57 and might retire in 5-8 years.  I'll be young.  

Add a few years to everything and you've pretty much described my life status.  There's not much you can do other than accept it.

Today, I’m heading up to see my parents for their 35th anniversary. Mom was 25 when they got married. Seems crazy, I remember it was a big deal when she turned 40. 

It's all about attitude.  Act, think like an old man you die.  

54 here.  This December will be our 29th anniversary.  DD#1 is the same age now as I was when she was born.  DD#2 is turning 24.  I remember their births like it was yesterday. 
 

I'm looking forward to retiring in 5 years. I'm eager to get there, but not eager for the time to pass. That's the conundrum of life. 
 

In reply to Streetwiseguy :

At 71, working on 72 I measure time in projects left.  I know a car project will take between 2500-3000 hours. But I used to put in 60 minutes of work in an hour.  Now, I'm lucky to get 25-30 minutes of work done in an hour.  
Not lazy or lacking focus or drive. But my legs quit or my back starts to ache.  
Things I would simply bend over and do or at most kneel down. Now I have to sit down and have the work raised to the right height.   
Then there is this big basketball thing in my shirt/ slacks that keeps me from  getting up underneath something.  
last Sunday I ignored what my body was telling me as I became determined  to finish a task before the sun set. I've paid for it this week  with a bad hip and throbbing pain in my shoulder. requiring maximum pain relievers every 4 hours under threat of eye watering reminder of my stupidity. 

In reply to aircooled :

Sitting at home all weekend alternately half-awake or half-asleep with a King Hell headache that has been making a round-the-world tour from behind my left eye to the back of my head and all points in between.... is REALLY frustrating, because there aren't that many weekends left in the year, and not nearly enough years left.  No time for wasting feeling like crap.

64 here, and I don't mind aging. 

Remember (I've posted this on the forum recently), the normal human life span for most of the existence of our species is about 30 years.  That means that I'm working on my third lifetime, which is especially lucky since my mom tried to kill me when I was four, and I've been shot at randomly on the street.

I've had quite the run so far. Age 19 to 31, trained harness racing horses. From 31-41, student. Then from 41 to now, veterinarian.

I got married at 39, and our kids are 15 and 12 and doing great. My marriage is amazing; I'm incredibly lucky.

I lost a practice in the recession (thanks, Well's Fargo). My ten year bankruptcy doesn't run out until 2021, so I'll never own another house, and we just pay cash for everything. I'll have to work until I drop, but I'm lucky to have some good genes and hopefully my health stays good. I love my work, fortunately, and employment with the corporate practice that I thought I would hate is great.

After wanting to race cars all of my life, I started autocross last year (thanks to getting hooked on this forum), and I'm competitive in my class. Driving a car fast is a lot easier than driving a horse.

I've had a lot of ups and downs, but I always land on my feet! I am loving life!

My 65 year old neighbor doesn't get along with his kids. He wound up in a fist fight with one and won quite handily. I don't want to beat up my kids at 65 or ever, but I want to be capable.

bearmtnmartin said:

My 65 year old neighbor doesn't get along with his kids. He wound up in a fist fight with one and won quite handily. I don't want to beat up my kids at 65 or ever, but I want to be capable.

The other night, GF's smart-mouthed 18yo son made some comment alluding to, "You'll have to catch me, first." I replied with, "I may be old and slow, but keep in mind, if I do catch you, I hit like a freight train." 

914Driver said:

It's all about attitude.  Act, think like an old man you die.  

I’m tired, everything hurts, and I still have almost 2-years until 50. I can even fathom what 80 would feel like, and I’m not sure I actually want to?

34 here. Just married in June. Feel like I got a late start but here we are lol

39 going on 82, no really.

I struggle to get things done at this point. There are times that something cam be directly in front of me and I'm unable to see it or process it. Last week that was the case with brake components to install of the xB and I wasn't able to see the 4th coilover assembly in the hatch of the escort, in spite of it being uncovered, in plain sight, next to the others. Some mornings it takes me ten minutes to put on my shoes and socks, and I have to resort to laying on my back and reaching upwards to do so as my right arm doesn't like extending downward without being accompanied by a significant and sometimes uncontrollable tremor. 

I don't talk about this stuff often as I chose to focus on what I'm able to do, and take pride in it as basic as it may be. Things that I used to do without hesitation on a whim inside of 5-10 minutes are now projects for a day. It cuts into making progress on projects, around the house and on the BG chassis. It cuts down on making plans to do things as some days are better than others and you're never sure how the next is going to be. Dropping things like pens and not being able to pick them up at times is the most frustrating, or when a tremor sets in when typing and that becomes futile. That's the only point in which it becomes frustrating enough that I break down. EMGS, MRIs and lumbar punctures become exhausting and after 41 surgeries, they're hunting ghost as there's nerve damage and rerouting of signal to individually for each individual concern. It beats the alternative, but there's a whole lot that I wish that I had managed to do when I was young, and very little time and experiences that I would've given up to do so. 

48.  I was in a war 28 years ago which doesn't seem all that long (it had only been 20ish years since Vietnam and that seemed like ancient history).

All my favorite grunge era music is a quarter century old.  And is now on the oldies channel.   NA Miatas have "historic motor vehicle" plates.

Someday I'll figure out what I want to be when I grow up, it'll probably be what I am now.......

I just went to my 30th high school reunion.  It appears I went to school with some really old codgers.  Dudes are bald, chicks are "rubanesque".  Screw all that.  I have my hair.  The kids are all getting ready to launch.  I have a beautiful SO.   Life is good and only getting better.

In my head, I'm 24.

I have a theory, that when you're old, and your head starts unplugging the wiring, you end up stuck in your early/mid 20's; the age your mind is.

So, make your early/mid 20's full of stuff you want to remember.

Me? I didn't meet my wife until I was 30. Didn't have kids until I was 34. I won't even know them. 

On both sides of my family, they live WELL into their 90's. Pop's side: sharp as a tack; mom's side, dementia by 80. I didn't dodge "Familial Tremors," let's see if I dodge dementia.

It's all made me pare down my bucket list into a smaller, more manageable bucket.

I'm 32 and have spent the last year getting back surgerys and doing rehab so I can't imagine what life will be like at 70+. 

That project you get back to that you put down to get a couple parts that you then realize was ten years ago. 

Threads with info like this are why im better with this. Im 37, married with 4 year old son. Work full time, travel frequently and have a bad fairly bad back(herniated discs, pinched nerves). My goal is to constantly be aware of time and not waste it.   

Dont get caught up in BS, dont waste time, dont get bogged down in BS, dont let stupid people steal your time, etc. 

My father celebrated his 80th recently. He doesn't seem any different than he was 30 years ago, still jogs daily, still skis out west every year, and still keeps active with his retirement business (landlord) and fishing. I just turned 50 and because of some re-starts in my career and a 7 year old, I still feel like I am still in my mid 30s. Not physically of course, but I feel like I went back in time 15 years and have to live it over again. I laugh out loud at the very idea of ever being able to retire and hope I can keep working into my 90s because I will have to. I feel you man, there just isnt enough time.

I’m 58. Better than I ever was!!

dean1484 said:

That project you get back to that you put down to get a couple parts that you then realize was ten years ago. 

^^^^^^ This in a nutshell is why I passed the Le Mans on to Curtis without a ton of second thoughts.  He posted looking for that exact car shortly after I realized the tags on it had been expired for 10 years.  The ideal buyer caught me at the ideal time.

Last week I told you about the damage I did in ignoring my body and finishing a task. 
a week later I still need extra strength pain pills every 4 hours to deal with the consequences. 
 

As a result one apple tree that has approximately 5 bushels of great apples( Honey Gold ). Are unlikely to be harvested before the deep freezing ruins them tonight.  
 

things I could do just 4-5 years ago and recover in a day or so now likely will take weeks to recover from.