Growing old is no more than a bad habit which a busy man has no time to form.
I’ve always dreaded birthdays because I used to use them as yardsticks for my life. I had EXPECTATIONS for what I should have accomplished by a certain age. No more.
When I think back to childish thinking, 55 was OLD! The expectation back then was that 55 was retirement age; work accomplishments were over. But it is a totally different world now; many people don’t retire at all. It just so happened for me that I don’t really have a “career” anymore, but I’m not retired; I will likely work until I can’t anymore, but that’s a good thing! What else is good about it? I can get discounts in some places!
Seriously, I feel physically strong and I’m looking forward to the creative things I will do with the rest of my life. Today is just another beginning!
We turn, not older with years, but newer every day.
I’m with you, Emily!