how old are we

[Tom Karol]

I suppose I may have already replied to this thread a while back, but I'm too old and lazy to bother verifying it! I'll be 77 in December. I began playing the guitar in 1960. I think I'm just starting to get the hang of it. You kids get off my lawn!

[Strat-itis]

You kids get off my lawn!

[benhatchins]

late 30th. Threads like this are fun because you realize how wide the age range is here. I’m somewhere in the middle—not the youngest but not the oldest either. Some folks joke about spending time on aviagames aviagames.pissedconsumer.com/customer-service.html to kill boredom, while others are deep into retirement projects. What’s cool is we all connect over music regardless of age. It really shows how timeless the guitar can be

[GNAPPI]

Increments...

When we're babies the mom will say "he/she is 15 months old", at some point mom will change the increment to half years like "he/she is four and a half years old" and sometime later on the child graduates to full years "he/she is six years old".

Later this month I will be 888 months old. Something for the youngsters to figure out if they learned how many months are in a year and can use a calculator :-)

[Skip Ellis]

Increments...

When we're babies the mom will say "he/she is 15 months old", at some point mom will change the increment to half years like "he/she is four and a half years old" and sometime later on the child graduates to full years "he/she is six years old".

Later this month I will be 888 months old. Something for the youngsters to figure out if they learned how many months are in a year and can use a calculator :-)

964.5 months for me - you're still a youngster

[JazzPadd]

Here in Japan, and I may have posted this before, too, we have a mandatory retirement age. It varies somewhat by field or how long one has been working, but for most it’s 65, or 780 months.

When I started here, I resented the mandatory aspect, calling it my “kick out” year. Maybe I was an angry young man at that time but now I see some wisdom in it.

I’m looking forward to that year, and no longer feel like I’m being kicked out. It’s something like a graceful exit. Older but not worn out, slowing down but not quite stopping, fully knowing that stop we must, at an unknown point.

At first I thought the increments might come full circle from years to half years to months to days, but maybe we’re not supposed to know that. What I know now is, after forty years of working life in a field I love, it’s time to move on, while I can still move.

Truth be told, I learned from my primarily Gen Z students about “quiet quitting,” and actually feel more affinity with them than the other generations, realizing that we might no longer be able to count on what we thought was granted, instead living a life now more joyfully and mindfully amid uncertainty. I think the time has come to get off their lawn while it has beauty, as giving thanks.