The year is 2055 and the world is remarkably different than what we thought it would be when we reflected on the future forty years ago. 2015 itself marked a year in which the change in how we lived our lives would truly take shape as the home of the future was slowly taking a new form, and, as issues such as climate change were finally beginning to be recognized as what they really were: Real. Forty years ago, at the age of twenty-five, my whole life was still ahead of me and my ambition to make a difference in the world was fresh, though my place in it still quite unfounded. School was my life back then. It was the spring semester of 2015 and I was a few months and a year out from graduation. This semester, in particular, was already shaping up to be a difficult and busy one as to graduate on time I had decided to take on eighteen credit hours’ worth of coursework. With six classes, a lab, service learning, and working part-time, I was sure that I wouldn’t make it to May; which brings me to why I am telling you this story in the first place.
As part of this Health Issues in Aging class that I was enrolled in, we were asked to write a brief paper about ourselves or how we expected ourselves to be once we had turned sixty-five. There were four questions that were expected to be answered about our anticipations for our future: What we were looking forward to as an older adult? What were we not looking forward to as an older adult? How did we expect to be as a 65+ individual? And how did we achieve this? Of course, as a twenty-something-year-old, this seemed to be a daunting task because the only time I had ever contemplated old age was when I was dreading its arrival as each post-teenage birthday ticked by. Nevertheless, on a cold Sunday evening I met one of my friends for coffee and wrote out my response while reflecting on my future.
I looked forward to having met my purpose in life, but also still having the drive to continue whatever work I had been doing. This became true as I have not yet retired from the public health field, nor have I ceased writing about current health issues. Health, as I intended, is still a big part of my life and my post-college years were spent educating others on how to be healthy themselves. I’m sixty-five, though because of taking care of my health and because of how advanced healthcare has become I look like I am in my late 40’s or early 50’s. I feel younger than that though and I give the younger individuals a run for their money and resources. I still find myself stressed because of the world issues that we face, though I am living comfortable and have most of the life I always wanted. I live in an urban, downtown high rise, I’m happily married to another successful gentleman, I’m in good physical condition, and I’m mentally secure, content, and positive.
One negative would be the climate and how most of our ‘outdoor’ recess is spent inside man-made greenhouse parks. We also grow our food in tower-farms; skyscrapers for agriculture. A few things that I was not looking forward to did end up becoming realities. Though being in good shape I still suffer from arthritis, my blood pressure is slightly higher than it should be, and the mirror isn’t as kind as it once was. My hair has grayed and is thinning, something that affected me for a while and was a fear as early as my twenties. I sometimes have low days which can turn into steep slopes of depression and anxiety because of the unpredictable future, even though these days’ time is, most likely, still on my side. This can be a good thing, but also a bad thing because more time can mean a longer period of falling to pieces, mentally and physically. Decay is absolutely the one thing I did not look forward to. But it’s a part of life, and it is what it is. Most days I’m fine with my age and I’m definitely thankful for the time I’ve had so far. My ambition now is to make it to 100.
As for how I became who I am today and how I accomplished things that I had hoped I would be successful at, I worked for it. Good health doesn’t come naturally to anyone, but it’s something that we have to work at. Being a health major and eventual professional, I knew that health is a complete state of physical, mental, and social well-being, while also being free of illness or infirmity. So that’s what I ran with. I disciplined myself to eat well and pushed myself to be active, physically and mentally. I made fitness a priority after years of making it a hobby, and I challenged my mind through the act of being a life-long learner as I still am to this day. When it comes to the negative side-affects, this is life. We are not meant, nor should we expect to live forever, though we can ease some of the burden by taking care of ourselves. This is my life, in brief, at sixty-five.