What I'd really like to say is that I am old ... or newly old. As in 'joints-beginning-to-creak" old. "Given-up-on-all-those-anti-wrinkle potions" old. "Deathly-afraid-of-retirement" old.
I used to say I would have quit the rat race long before compulsory retirement catches me. Used to boast I would have said "goodbye," laughing and clicking my high heels smartly, before I am shown the door.
And yet, today, a few years to retirement, I still go to the same office that has put up with me for years I don't care to count. And it seems to me it would take six hunks and a straitjacket to yank me out of it -- come depature time.
Retirement to this "newly old" evokes images of --
- Waking up with no more "jeez, i am going to be late" get up and go.
- Dressing up for no occasion
- Walks without direction
- Coffee and lunch breaks uninterrupted.
- The porter, the bag boy, the security guard greeting me but not seeing me ... uh-oh, why don't they see me?
- Monitoring my children's whereabouts hour on the hour, till they curse the day mobile phones were born.
I am told that the aging population is a big one, thanks or no thanks to an improving life expectancy.
How many of you out there are as paranoid as I am about growing old? How many are unflappably cool about it? But what I truly wonder about is how many have overcome their fears and discovered the secrets to growing old and happy.
Share your anxiety! Infect with your cool! Out with your happy secrets!
Then perhaps more of us can truly say:
"Come grow old with me .. the best is yet to be."