- the ’60s were about hippies and rebellion
- the ’70s were about disco and bell-bottoms
- the ’80s were about excess and big hair
- the ’90s were about grunge and the internet
But as we near the end of the current decade, it is difficult to tell how we will characterize the 2000s. (We don’t even know what we’ll call this decade. I remember in 1999 when we were all talking about its title: would it be the “oughts,” the “uh-ohs”, or something else? The decade is close to over and we still don’t have a term that has stuck.)
Sometimes you can see most clearly through the rearview mirror.
I realized recently that my personal decades are like this, in that I don’t know what one was all about until it’s long gone. I can see that:
- my 20s were when I was at my most attractive
- my 30s were when I was at my most physically healthy (I take better care of my health now, but my parts just worked better in my 30s)
What will I call my 40s? My real question is: what should I be enjoying now while I have it?
What am I taking for granted?
They are tearing down my hold high school. It was built in 1963 and had reached its place as the oldest high school in the district. Asbestos removal starts next week, and then the wrecking ball comes in.
Over the past year, a brand new high school has sprung up on the adjacent land. Teachers and students filled up its classrooms for the first time recently, right after Spring Break.
All alumni were invited to visit the old school before it is demolished, and to tour the new state-of-the-art building. So this past weekend, I took my kids to walk through both schools. I was hoping to see some alums I knew.
But all I saw were a bunch of old people, some who looked slightly familiar.
OMG. Do I look as old as they do? Is this illusion or self-delusion? Everyone else looks old but surely YOU don’t. You see others as they are but you see yourself as you THINK you are.
Which, for me, is about 10 years younger. A decade, at least.