25 more years
I just looked it up: according to the CDC I have about 25 more years to live. You know, give or take.
That’s right: I turn 54 in January, and the life expectancy for a white male in the U.S. is 76.2 years. I’m in good health, and don’t smoke. But, I have a history of cancer in the family. So, maybe I’m good for 3 extra years, making it 25 more total.
Now, I don’t mean to get morose, but I have been thinking that I’m at the tail end of the run. It doesn’t feel like the tail end, but I can’t deny the stats.
So, what’s it all mean? I guess it means that some of the stuff we’ve been putting off, we really should tackle. Here’s my (really) short list:
1. Get serious about selling our house and moving to some place warm. We have too much room for the 2 of us and I really hate the winter.
2. Get an RV. I’m not big on camping. (Truthfully, I’ve never camped a day in my life.) On the other hand, it would be nice to attend one of those all-day regattas Nancy’s in and be able to take a mid-day siesta in A/C comfort. Or, grab a shower. Or sleep on the way home!
And that’s pretty much it. I don’t know if that’s good or bad (am I fulfilled, or just someone with a pathetically low list of dreams?), but that’s all I want.
What’s stopping me? Inertia. See, I guess the other thing on my “list” is that I don’t want any more complications. Selling the house? We’ve moved 4 times. It’s a huge hassle and it’s only gotten bigger as we’ve accumulated more stuff.
Getting an RV? Well, that’s not so big a hassle, except for parking it, driving it, furnishing it, and figuring out how to work the propane system.
So, I suppose my summary thought is this: if I didn’t get to anything on my “list” and croaked tomorrow, would I be okay with that? And the answer is “yes.”
And I think that’s a good thing, right?