Young Soul

Fifty-seven is not always the easiest age to be.  Don’t get me wrong, I’ll gladly take the fifty-seven, given the only other alternative.   I believe that most people think when someone enters their 50’s, they are near or in retirement and have made their fortunes.   This is not the case with yours truly.  I don’t know how I managed to follow the poor-house all the way through my life, but there it is, right in front of me.  I haven’t entered its unforgiving doors yet, but I can smell the rotting wood.  And yet, I am a very happy person.  How can this be?

Today a young person at work said, quite matter-of-factly, that I have a young soul.   She had no idea just what a compliment that was!   So many times, I am aware of other people (and not just the younger ones) sizing me up, and then dismissing me as being old, therefore, a non-issue.  Funny, I never thought of myself as a non-issue.  This has especially come to light these past four weeks of my initial training for my new job.   As I’ve stated before, I am at least ten years older than everyone in the class to include the instructor.  I have since found out it’s more like fifteen years, the difference.

Funny, but no one told me that I shouldn’t be hip and funny and know about current events and even some pop culture.  No one told me I wasn’t supposed to know a lot about computers and social networking.  No one told me I wasn’t supposed to be really smart and hold my own in debates with much younger colleagues.  No one told me I wasn’t supposed to enjoy life my way, which is not in a rocking chair, knitting.    And yet, time and time again I hear remarks of surprise that I tweet, that I’m attempting Grad School, that I like Lady Gaga and that I can dance.  And not old school dance either.  I even surprise myself sometimes.  I can ‘cut the mustard’, as my Dad would say.  Funky mustard!

No one ever means to hurt my feelings; in fact, quite the opposite.  Their remarks take the form of compliments, and I take them as compliments.   I’ve heard several young men and women tell me I’m nothing like their Mom’s.  I’m sure they love their Moms, too, but they are right.  I am unique.   I really never quite grew up.  Oh I know how to act in polite company and at social functions.  However, my unique view of life is something of which I’m quite proud. 

I find peace in the kindness of others…..toward others.   I bask in the glow of youth and their brilliance and all they have to offer the world.  After all, my generation gave birth to these remarkable men and women.  We should be proud!   I am stimulated and exhilarated being in their company, and am humbled that they enjoy my special gifts of wit and wisdom.   

I guess the message in my story tonight is that if you are shoved into a room with a bunch of people, and all of them are around your age except for one, who might be much younger or much older……take a little time to get to know that person and your life will change a little bit, for the better.  I promise you that.   Never underestimate the power of looking beyond the age, the color, the sexual orientation, the challenged, and the misfortunate.   You may find treasure to last a lifetime.


22 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Karla Telega
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 03:19:55

    When my daughter was in the church youth group, the kids voted me most likely to go out in the pasture with them to tip cows in the middle of the night. I take that as a weird compliment.


    • tsonoda148
      Jun 29, 2011 @ 18:21:27

      I would take it as a compliment too! I am adventurously weird and I think you are, too. We just roll that way. LOL


  2. Eva Gallant
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 06:59:03

    Age is all in the attitude; and you definitely have a young attitude!


  3. Ally
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 07:58:24

    You have a beautiful soul! The students are lucky to have you in their class, and your coworkers are lucky to have you there, too.


    • tsonoda148
      Jun 29, 2011 @ 18:22:52

      Thank you Ally. Much appreciated, especially coming from such a special lady. So glad we’re bloggy buds.


  4. kim sisto robinson
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 08:58:56

    —–Young , lovely Terri,
    I couldn’t agree more.
    What do these kids assume one over 50 does?
    sit in a rocking chair? watch Oprah all day? (love her)
    I think that’s called ignorance.
    Love Gaga.
    Love tweeting.
    Facebook! oh, yeah.
    I told my son….”We Are Ruling the World, BABE!”
    he was soooooooooooo mad.
    xxx kisses for you today.


    • tsonoda148
      Jun 29, 2011 @ 18:24:36

      Yea, I like our attitude! We are strong. We are sexy. We are here. Get used to it. Awesome!



  5. Joan Oliver Emmer
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 14:44:52

    Amen sistah! So saith the almost 53 year old who is also in grad school.


  6. tsonoda148
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 18:25:11

    You are in Grad school, too? YEAH! What are you studying, if you don’t mind my asking?


  7. Lisa @ Grandma's Briefs
    Jun 29, 2011 @ 21:02:58

    You are indeed unique…and funny…and one funky mustard. Best of all, you are my young-souled friend. And I love that!


    • tsonoda148
      Jun 29, 2011 @ 21:15:25

      Thank you sweet Lisa. You are all those things, too, except you’re still a young soul, for real. Unique is a title I only reward to those people I admire and gather inspiration from. Why do I say that? Because I don’t think I’d be very inspired at all if my source of inspiration weren’t unique. It’s a beautiful word. You are a beautiful lady and friend. And you are beautifully unique. So glad we’re friends.


  8. ashadowthatneverleaves
    Jun 30, 2011 @ 12:19:09

    Maybe something in the system got messed up, because everyone always tells me I have an old soul, I like Audrey Hepburn and I’m crap at figuring out technology. Maybe we could arrange a switchback? lol. 🙂


    • tsonoda148
      Jun 30, 2011 @ 19:27:30

      Sounds good to me! Thanks for stopping by. Good to see you here. You comments are much appreciated!


  9. Babe's Place
    Jul 01, 2011 @ 00:41:12

    You my dear are young souled. One of the many things I love about you. HUgs, Mary


  10. julie gardner
    Jul 01, 2011 @ 09:23:24

    Cheers to young souls.

    My grandfather is 92 (a LOOOOONNNNNGGGG way off from 57) and he still wakes up every day looking for something new to see or try.

    He is on Twitter.

    He reads my blog.

    He emails and surfs the internet and sends links he thinks are cool to his granddaughters and great-grandchildren

    He is, naturally, slowing down physically. But his soul? His heart? Will be open until the last second.

    I’m 42 and feel incredibly lucky to have him as the example set for me;
    and to have you as a friend, Terri.

    Lucky indeed.


  11. lbddiaries
    Jul 01, 2011 @ 23:10:55

    Oh T – this was so good! If it makes you feel better, I’m older than you are but not by much. And NOW I Know why we so e-get along – I really never quite grew up, either. We are bobbsie twins! And Josh (son) loves hanging with us, as do his friends (they’re all coming to BBQ and swim the 4th). And your last paragraph – *sigh* – THE perfect ending. You are something else, my friend!


  12. GD
    Jul 03, 2011 @ 12:45:34

    Age is not synonymous with youth! I love hearing about “older” people who have young souls. These are the people who are fun, inventive. A lot of “old” people spend a great deal of their dwindling lives complaining about being old- it is so refreshing to hear someone embrace their age and still declare themselves young. Congrats to you!


  13. sherri
    Jul 05, 2011 @ 07:58:33

    I think that you’re very hip and youthful. I think that you’re a young soul


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