I'm not a Boomer, I'm a War Baby, born in October of 1944, the end of WWII. My generation survived everything, drugs, sex AND rock and roll. Hell, we invented them! We refuse to age; we will be dragged kicking and screaming into senility.
Now that the population of healthy, active post-50 members is expected to expand exponentially in years to come, perhaps we have the power to take the lead in turning the tide toward more fulfilling futures for ourselves and, in so doing, also become models for growing older with dignity.
We all get older. We all age. And we all are reminded each day, when we look at the faces of those we love, that we are doing this aging thing alongside each other, keeping the youngest part of ourselves alive.
But as I age -- and move out of the wedding phase of life and into the era when everybody starts getting divorced -- I don't go to all that many weddings anymore. So when I do -- as I did some weeks back -- they are a real source of rejuvenation for me personally.
I often get mistaken for being a lot younger than I actually am. It wasn't just about looks ... It was about attitude. Regardless of what happened to me, there are a few things I've consistently done to keep myself forever young.