I am of a “certain age”. I may be post-menopausal, but I am not yet a grandmother. I feel the age-ism. I understand the concept of dressing my age. I have faded away, disappearing ahead of the next generation.
But I want you all to know that on New Year’s while I was doing a fabulous New Year’s Yoga at a studio I had never been to before – I love adventures like that – the cute young twenty something’s next to me on their mats weren’t able to keep up with me. Life is good. And it keeps going. I do know what I am doing, and I am doing it. No, of course I am not competitive. But let’s face it, life IS comparative.
But before you judge my judgment let’s be clear, I was unable to keep up with the seventy something in front of me. Oh hallelujah! Life just gets better!