Age? Bring it …

I’m not one who’s ever obsessed over age. It really has just been a number to me. Growing up and into my 20s, I spent a lot of time with my mother’s friends, who never treated me like a kid; and, as a result, I always felt like they were my friends, too.

In my youth I was attracted to older men and a lot of the guys I dated were at least 10 years older than I was. One was actually not much younger than my mother, yes, scandalous I know.

Now I have friends who are my age, friends who are younger by as much as 15 plus years and friends who are significantly older. There’s lots of common ground between us and the difference in our ages is a non-issue.

For the most part, I’m still not really conscious of how old I am. I know “the number,” but it means nothing to me — at least most of the time.

Sure, when my back goes out or my shoulder hurts I feel old and decrepit. When I see job postings for senior positions on LinkedIn that are asking for candidates with five or six years experience or I have a client who’s way younger than most of my friends’ children, I do feel past my prime. But thankfully these momentary slumps don’t last very long. The key is not to let them get to you.

Instead I focus on the benefits: More confidence, less doubt, smarter, wiser, more assured, less apt to make silly or stupid mistakes, less tolerant of bullshit, less tolerant period. Much less willing to waste precious time on nonsense. Much more of a “to-hell-with-it” attitude. More daring, bolder, braver, less need for approval or acceptance.

Which brings me to a short video of some fabulously inspiring photos of older women, out and about in all their finery, that I saw on Facebook last week. The shots are from two books by Ari Seth Cohen who, incidentally also has a blog on the same subject: Advanced Style and  Advanced Style: Older & Wiser.

Unfortunately I can’t share the video here, I did try. But you can see it on my Facebook timeline.

The point isn’t whether or not you’d ever wear the clothes those women are wearing. The point is … they are.

The point is, they are not defined by their age, nor does their age stop them from being their own authentic selves, from having fun and from living life to the fullest.

The point is, they neither seek nor need anyone’s approval.

The point is, each and every one of these women is forever young in her soul, in her spirit, in her heart, in her mind and in her attitude.

There was a time, more than a few years ago, when I would have said about these women, “that’s who I want to be when I grow up.” Well, I am grown up, I am “those women” and I’m embracing my age and everything good that comes with it. Getting older doesn’t have to mean you’re old.

 

 

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “Age? Bring it …

  1. Like you, I’ve worked with a variety of ages all my life. My first holiday job was with pensioners, Mum was the manageress and the youngest member of staff. Office work was also various, and the boating world definitely a mixed age group.
    Now I have friends in their 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s. Hubby says he’ll continue to act his shoe size (9). I like to think of one size fits all, until the joints play up then the comfy old slippers come out.

  2. I don’t really care about age…mine or anyone else’s. Attitude, character, laughter… they count for much more than a number. I’m actively enjoying growing older… apart from the physical malfunctions and the bits that keep wearing out or losing the battle with gravity… I doubt I felt this young inside when I was young outside.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.