Getting Old.

I think about the future a lot.
All the time.
Too much.
And not just next year, or the next decade, or the next 20 years.
While I do think about that, I go as far as thinking (and worrying) about being old.
Like, really old. Like, 90.
I'm 21 years old. I'm not going to be 90 for nearly 70 years!
And yet...

My family and I went to my aunt's house today for a late Christmas. We picked up my grandparents (both in their mid-80s).
Now, a word about my grandparents.
I am so blessed and so grateful to have both sets of grandparents still alive in my family. Do not get me wrong here.
These particular grandparents are very challenging.
They are your stereotypical grumpy old people.
They bicker, they mutter, they share opinions loudly and proudly.
There's not a lot of love there.
There's not a lot of patience.
There's not a lot of joy.
There is a lot of arguing.
There is a lot of illness.
There is a lot of bitterness.
There is a lot of unhappiness and stagnancy.

This is the example I have in my life of old age.
In my mind, this is what I have to look forward to later in life.
This makes me feel terribly depressed and fearful.
I don't want to have such a negative and bleak view of the future.
So, I made the decision that I want to try and start spending time with elderly people who are full of life, joy, love, and vibrancy.
I hope that this will help and turn my view about aging around to something better.

That's all for now.
... See ya.