My daughter Arabella is currently taking health as a high school class. A week ago she had to take a longevity quiz and just for fun she asked Paul and I the questions as well.
Today I am sitting in the waiting room at the hospital waiting for Paul to complete an uncomfortable procedure that happens once a person reaches the magical age of 50. It gets one to think about life, and death.
At the beginning, I did very well on the longevity test. I smugly thought that I would be my family’s first centurion. I am doing a lot of things right. I eat my vegetables. I drink in moderation. I am not overweight or underweight. My parents are still alive. I take my vitamins. I go in for regular check ups. My cholesterol and blood pressure are low. I don’t smoke. I don’t do drugs.
Plus, I am a marathon runner. I mean, that should count for a lot more than exercising three times a week for a half an hour. Right??
I was feeling pretty good.
I am literally going to live forever. I probably won’t even die. I will be the only person to live forever without turning into a vampire first.
Then the questions took a bit of a negative turn…
Do you easily feel bored or depressed? Yes
Do you often feel stressed out? Yes
Do you always feel like you are in a hurry? Yes, yes, yes…
Do you listen to your body? No! When my body tells me to stop, my mind says push harder. Is that a problem??
Do you worry a lot? I am really starting to feel worried now.
My daughter said that according to the test, I am supposed to live to 85. Paul is supposed to live to 75 (with the average female living longer than the average male). So if her calculations are right, then I will outlive my husband by 16 years (he is 6 years older).
The procedure went fine without any issues.
We might not know how long we will live (even after taking the health class longevity quiz and going in for procedures). But what we can do is try to make the most of the years we have been given.