Is Age Just a Number? What’s the Best One?

Late last week an acquaintance and I were discussing how we envisioned life in our early twenties.  As I reflected on my own expectations from that time, I realized that I’ve accomplished much.  Many of the things that I set out for, I’m accomplished such as finishing college and working in my desired field.  I’ve wanted to travel across this country, and I’ve done that.  I’ve even worked on some of my “isms” that back then I thought would last forever.

It would be a lie to say that I didn’t wish for anything to be different.  Of course there were low points that I would have liked to skip over.  At the same time, those experiences helped me to be who I am today.  So, am I unhappy with myself or my life?  Not at all.  In fact, I’m trying to think of more things to add to my bucket list. 🙂

As you look back over your life, do you greet the journey with joy or regret?


Melanie V. Logan


“Write about one thing that is special about being your current age and why.” ?” (Tiana Lopez, Zealous Scripts)

As a young’in I used to think that anything past the age of 25 was just old. Once I reached 25, old seemed like 50 and beyond. Now that I’m 40, I’m not so sure what old is anymore.

Watching people like Betty White and others in their 90s and centennial years shows that being youthful is not just an appearance, but a state of mind as well.   In recent weeks, I’ve seen a 98 year old woman break the record for the 100 meter dash. Mind you, it was for her age group, but still. Then there was something on tv where two 80-somethings discussed the fads and entertainers of the present. They knew a lot more than I did.

So to stay on track with the writing…

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Is That a Reflection I See???

ImageThe last couple of months have been the most reflective for me when it comes to life and death.  No I’m contemplating suicide or anything like that.  I’ve had 3 classmates to pass away.  The first two within days of each other and the most recent this past week.  Each either didn’t  make it to 40 or barely did.

And then today as I drove to work, I sat at a traffic light for what seemed like forever.  It wasn’t an accident or construction, it was due to a lengthy funeral procession.  I wasn’t annoyed by the delay, just in awe.  There had to be at least 100-150 cars in the procession, with most having at least 2-3 people.  To me that’s a lot of love and respect being shown.  Whoever the individual was, they mattered and this made me stop to reflect on my life, legacy, and relationships.  Would there be a similar experience when I’m gone or will I be a temporary memory?  What difference have I made in this world or with others?  Have I really accomplished my goals? Continue reading “Is That a Reflection I See???”