Imagine embracing each passing year. Truly embracing. Wrapping your arms around being that one year older and genuinely looking forward to the year ahead. Celebrating what you’ve learned and looking forward to the challenges and lessons ahead. This does not mean life is a bowl of roses, Pollyanna like. It’s accepting what is, with all the ups and downs, and moving forward in a way that accommodates the changes and makes space for more changes. Grey hair, wrinkles and all. What have I done?
The other day I was walking down the street and I noticed someone wearing a t-shirt with this slogan:
“It took me 60 years to be this good looking.”
The pursuit of youth and desire to remain young niggles. Just yesterday a friend and I were walking through an area filled with young people. We admired their youth and talked about the beauty of youth in our own children. In almost the same breath we both agreed that we love being exactly our age (we’re both baby boomers), despite our grey hair, wrinkles, age spots, saggy knees, and the increasing appearance of veins in our legs.
So, when I read or see stories about David Sinclair’s pursuit to develop an anti-ageing pill I become a little annoyed. When my 12-year-old daughter saw the story in the Good Weekend recently, she had this to say: