I’m pretty much like a lot of people when it comes to getting older and what I mean is, we all see ourselves as being slightly younger than we actually are. I still see myself as a young guy in my twenties, my loved ones tell me I haven’t aged a bit and most people who know me and get to interact with me on a daily basis would consider me a 12 year old stuck in an adults body so my going theme is youngish right? Well, the other day I was at Chapters having a look around perusing a few books trying to score a good read. I wandered around spending a little time in some of my go-to sections when I finally came across a book that I was satisfied with, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, currently reading it and I got say I like it alot. Once my purchase was complete I started away from the counter when I heard “Excuse me, Sir?” I paid no mind and continued on when all of the sudden I heard it again but this time louder, ok so that made me turn around in curiosity.
Yup!…it was directed at me, I had left my keys at the sales counter and this employee was trying to get my attention to return them to me. So the “sirs” were all for me, lol, it was a funny moment, I thanked him for the gesture and made my way out the door to my car. I turned the key and sat there for a second, I couldn’t help but to start to think about what had just happened, it was the first time that I had be called sir or at least the first time it kind of resonated the way that it did. As I said I still think that I am in my twenties, so getting the sir was like a kick to the shin. It did surprise me a bit hearing it but I’m glad that it happened because it got me thinking and since then I’ve been recalling some great memories. I’m not sure what it was but it just created this moment of thought for me where I just started to really take in account that I’ve got some years punched, lol.
My daughter was out the other night, she had asked me to help her with her university project. (I’m writing whole post about it) The reason I mention my daughter is that its when I am with her that I feel my age, I look at her in disbelief that it has been eighteen years already that she’s been alive, poof just like that. Seeing her go through her stages of life is surreal, experiencing all the same things as I did. I take a step back sometimes and ask myself how was I capable of creating such a smart beautiful young lady like my daughter before me and why doesn’t she stop growing up.
I’ll be forty next April (ouch) and trust me there are days that I do feel the milage on my body but I do my best to try to stay as in shape as I can which helps me maintain a healthy living. Staying active is a very good way to stay young, physical activity can take years off your life and no matter what the age anyone can do it. Want to feel good about yourself and get on Father Time’s good side well I suggest working out, that can mean anything at all that works up a sweat and gets the ol’ heart rate going.
Age is certainly just a number and we mustn’t allow ourselves to get too consumed with the fact that we all must grow old. Celebrities are the most notorious for trying to set the clock back or maybe just hit pause for the sake of their careers but it usually just ends up looking very apparent that they have gotten a little lift or a pull maybe a nip or a tuck. In my opinion I take more notice to the work that they had done rather than what they were trying to correct. To each their own and c’est la vie, people will continue to chase the fountain of youth but unfortunately we will all die trying. Life is relatively short and the chapters of our lives (not the literal Chapters I was buying my book) go by so quickly it takes moments like the one that happened to me to make you stop, slow down and realize where we are with our lives. We may all be in different stage of our lives but look at how far you have come, what you have accomplished, experienced and how much you have grown as a person. Think about the people that you love and the relationships you get to spend every day with, time is what gives us that, take your time.
“When you get older the months will feel like weeks and the years will escape you so take stock of what makes you happy and surround yourself with it”. – Theresa Douglas
Being called sir for that moment is not something that I took to heart and I certainly won’t lose any sleep over it but it was a reminder that I am getting older. I do need to take stock of what makes me happy and so should you, we all need to celebrate the years we have been alive and the years that are to come. Don’t be someone who lets time slip away, make sure you use that time for its intended purpose and that’s doing the things and loving the people that make us happy. We can sit there and wonder where all the time as gone but believe it or not its been there all along we just need to take advantage of it.
4 thoughts on “Excuse Me, Sir?”
I’m with you, I don’t think of myself as being in my late thirties. But at the same time, I kind of embrace it. I don’t want to go back to my twenties if someone told me I could, to be honest. I think maybe the age of our minds will never be the same as our bodies after we reach a certain point in life experience. Wow-did I JUST even make sense? Either way I’m going with it…lol! A girlfriend and I actually had a whole conversation about how if we could chryo-freeze ourselves we would at the age of 40. The perfect age. Wise enough, yet young enough.
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Having crossed 40 and 50 and… the one after that, I can say that 40 wasn’t the big deal everyone said it was. I would say your 40s can be the best years. Especially if you work at staying fit.
You can not imagine how I feel as I, at 65, look up to my 6’6″, 33 year old son. I am loving that people think I am 45-55 years old. But what matters to me is that I am trying to contribute to my world. Keep on sharing wisdom.
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I think the “sir” was just the clerk’s effort to be polite and respectful to a customer. In today’s world, if you get it, take it. I know when I use the word “sir” or “ma’am” it’s me being polite. I’ll be 61 on Saturday. Like you, I’ve yet to grow up entirely, at least to the age on my birth certificate. I’m thankful for that too, even on the days when something or other aches. Age is only a number, yes. It’s all in how you feel. I still cut a rug with the youngsters as evidenced by the way I boogied at my nephew’s wedding last weekend. I also play. Most adults wouldn’t get caught dead playing at anything. I enjoy living life to the fullest. Since I spend quality time with people, some of whom are over 100, I have been told that I’m still young…so there you go!
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