"Aging is not lost youth, but a new stage
of opportunity and strength."
Betty Friedan
My age has never meant anything to me and I never had elders in my life to portray what aging looked like. Turning twenty-one is the only milestone, age wise, that I remember as life simply unfolded afterwards. I clearly remember what year I was born, but rarely remember exactly how 'old' I am today.
This morning, I will attend a Pilates class at the YMCA followed by a coffee clutch with newly acquired friends. Then I will watch the Illini game with an incredible human being, Jim. Lastly, I will attend a Drum Circle at Unity with my regular Drum Circle friends, and of course, Jim.
Oh my gosh! I am so glad I am not 'old', sitting around isolated and weeping without companionship. I refuse to wear the polyester nylon blend suggested for elders. Give me my Birkenstocks and all things hippie! I will continue to loiter in the library and walk at least 3 miles with Jim at the park. As for me aging, hell no!
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