I mentioned the other day that I don’t identify with my face in the mirror or with my age AT ALL. And I think maybe part of the reason is that I’m occupied in the blogosphere.
Not just that I’m busy; but lately I’m consumed with social media— where I think the other consumers have an average age that’s maybe 12. In fact, thinking about social media made me re-think what I wrote the other day when I said I feel like I’m 35.
Right after I wrote that post I had lunch with someone I was very close to during my Miami TV days. He lives in Europe now, it was fantastic to see him, we hadn’t heard from each other in 30 years. And we only connected thanks to Facebook.
The day before that, I was on a radio show, and the host of the show was a woman I knew in high school 40 years ago—another re-connection through Facebook.
The day before that, I went to a movie with a woman I knew when our kids were in pre-school together in Los Angeles. Thanks to a completely random Facebook encounter, I found out recently that she also moved to Carmel and lives a half mile from me—and we reconnected after not seeing each other for 23 years.
And then today, a picture appears on my profile page posted by someone who also found me on Facebook. A childhood friend of my sister’s who came through town a week ago on a trip. She figured out I hadn’t seen her in 42 years.
Wow. Thank you Facebook, for adding all these connections to my life. Now that I think about it, I don’t feel 35. Make that 135.