In the past week, I’ve written a column about a woman who lived to be 100 years old and met a woman who turned 101 (at Half-Priced Books).
I can’t imagine living that long. I think of all the things these women lived through – two World Wars, the Great Depression, the inventions of radio, television, the computer, the VCR, the DVD, even the I-whatever. It’s quite hard to fathom.
I sometimes wonder how long I’ll live. My family has average lifespans (into their 80s) on both sides.
It also calls into question where I’m at now – I’m 33 years old and I have no full-time job. I’m 33 years old, have a Reporter of the Year Award to my name, a Regional Murrow, and a couple other Associated Press plaques. I’m honestly not sure I can return to radio full-time. It breaks my heart to admit just how much the business has changed since I entered in 1995.
What does my next 60-70 years hold I wonder? Will I be someone people will remember fondly when I go?
Will I have an impact?
I am trying to have faith in people, but it’s hard. I feel blessed to be surrounded by love and friendship, professionally and personally.