I do not watch TV much but over the years I have noticed a recurring theme among ads developed around the idea that behavior tends to be age, gender and occupation specific.
Yes we are unique at the individual level. However, there is truth in the generalizations made about Midwesterner’s, Gen X’ers, diesel mechanics, Lutherans, soccer moms, and retirees.
As sample size increases, undeniable patterns emerge.
And I am beginning to act my age.
When I was younger, the path to success seemed like a minefield where every misstep was potentially fatal.
Financing a growing farm with little equity and zero room for error, providing adequate care to livestock living in semi primitive shelter during extreme weather, overcoming a deserved local reputation for expecting too much and pushing too hard, keeping my mischievously predisposed offspring out of prison. My life plan was constantly at risk from bad behavior, poor choices, disorder, and limited resources.
Meanwhile, two generations up the totem, worries seemed to consist of wishing it would stop raining so the lawn could be mowed, wondering if the Twins will make the play offs, and angst over when the Wapsi would get stocked with trout.
I was dismissive of a life lacking hurricane force adversity. How could a person be satisfied with a such a docile existence and what is the adventure in that?
Now, the top chores on my daily project list include tasks like wash bay inspection, car stereo repair appointment, meeting with accountant, and Fitness Club by 4:30, (underlined and exclamation!) Today’s battles seem less epic.
Priorities such as winning the grand child birthday gift competition, deciding what tie goes best with my dark suit at Easter Mass, or getting to Sweet’s in time for mid morning coffee conclave, are not yet dictating my daily routine.
But this appears to be the direction I’m headed.
In keeping with my glass half full outlook, I will file this observation in the “Indicators of a life well lived” folder.
Or maybe after 60 years of life, I decided that other stuff was less important.