While I was at the car wash the other day, I noticed a sign on the wall that read, 'Thursday is Seniors Day: Seniors 50 and over get $4 off any wash.' Even though I turned 50 last October, I still don't think of myself as a senior.
It doesn't get any more grown-up than 40. But I found that, with this realization, my shoulders noticeably dropped. I don't have to try so hard to be in the know. There's a freedom in becoming a bit of an old fart.
When I was 80, I wrote a personal memoir. This is what I said about old age: 'I am an old man. Eighty has got to be old. But, if in good health with all the joints and the brain working, what is the big deal?' Now, at 87, I wouldn't say that today.
We can easily end up spending the last half of our lives wrestling with the paradox of "How old I am isn't how old I feel!" I believe this internal conversation about "How old I am" versus "How old I feel" serves a purpose.