I’ve taken literally hundreds of trips down memory lane, recounting the ’70s. Woodstock, getting married, finishing my PhD, and the arrival of my daughters, Jenna and Stefie, filled those years with life-affirming joy, adventures, miracles, and challenges. How blessed my life has been!

When I talk about the 70s these days, however, it’s because I just turned 70. And I’m wondering what the next ten years are going to be like. Right now, I don’t feel “old.” I’m in one of the most creative and exciting periods of my life—writing, speaking, traveling, loving my family and friends, and fighting for the soul of our nation. If the universe affords me another decade, will I feel “old” at 80? What will have changed in my life? And how might my mind, body, and spirit feel different?

I must admit that since turning 70, I’ve entertained images of my worst possible future. Seeing myself as a stodgy 75-year-old guy who has lost the ability to hike and play with his grandsons, adventure-travel with his beloved, and stay active in his life’s work is a depressing thought. Imagining that some of my best years are ahead of me, on the other hand, is getting me into game shape to make the life I desire a reality. My new goals and aspirations for my 70s are motivating me to drag my butt out of bed, onto the hiking trail, and into the pool every day. I’m workin’ it!

I have now decided that both the ’70s and the 70s have been, and will be, some of my best years. And I’m living each day with a grateful heart.

I am so fortunate to be a part of this fleeting, eternal moment!