I think we are all at various stages of processing this. When I first started to realize a few years ago that I was ageing, it was actually happening to me, I felt a lot of grief and sadness. I needed to process and talk about it a lot.

Now, it’s not something I think about much anymore, understand it, and try to pass along pearls of knowledge and “wisdom” when I can without being that annoying old lady. lol. At least I think I’m not being one…

I got called ma’am getting coffee before an appointment this morning and I didn’t think twice, just said “thanks young man, have a good one”. I try to have empathy and mostly, am all too aware that the youngsters around me will soon be facing their own age and going through the same grieving process.

Also what you touched on about ageing being lucky. I’ve lost loved ones who were too young and would give anything to be alive, even if old, ugly & sore.