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So a few months ago, I signed up for Lumosity to improve my brain's neuroplasticity. When I began, I performed with an earnest mediocrity. As I said, I didn't think I would have been accepted into community college. But I persevered and my scores are now, as Garrison Keillor says, "way above average." I'm almost back to being "gifted," a term I have smugly thought as the correct description for what I am. Not genius, just gifted.
Smugness is a sink hole if there ever was one.
So according to Lumosity, my brain BPI demonstrates "true mastery." For my age category: 70-75.
And there's the rub.
One recent day in my endless hubris, I thought, wow, I'm still smart. Then I did something I shouldn't have done. I compared my score to those of a fifty-year old. My score dropped right back to "Congratulations, you can be a successful cheese wrapper." And comparing my brain to a thirty year old, I can still feed myself, but just barely.
So here's the thing. Your brain grows older, duller, slower no matter what. I play Lumosity so I can make a quick order at In-and-Out-Burger without stammering around like a dufus. I play so I can stay attentive when I drive, so I can tell a bill from a scam, so I get the joke, so I can track what I'm reading and so I have some idea what the grandchildren are talking about.
And that's good.