What is old?

Is age really a state of mind? I am the ripe old age of sixty-six and am reminded daily through physical activity such as climbing stairs, shoveling snow or stepping into my underwear that I am no longer twenty-six. Fortunately this does not apply to my thoughts, for there seems to be no end to my brain urging me on to the next great adventure. I’m not talking about walking the El Camino de Santiago in Spain, or climbing Devil’s Tower National Monument in the U.S.A. My adventures are more to do with the mind and some God given talents that I pursue, such as writing stories and songs, performing, and art.
I often hear of people retiring and just withering away. I can’t imagine that happening. For me at least, being handed a huge amount of time to pursue passions that sat too long on the back burner is a gift that cannot be ignored.
Much of this was triggered, or should I say re-ignited by journaling my thoughts every day. I will talk about that in another blog, but suffice to say the more I journal the more projects and ideas pop into my head.
Now the only problem seems to be, how will I ever live enough years to complete them?