I grew up in "fantasy" land, where fairytales "supposedly" came true, surrounded by happy-ending movies. Life, real life, was a shock for me. Aging has been a challenge, or I should say, when I hit menopause, I nearly lost my one, remaining marble. I am coming out the other side of all that, and even beginning to feel proud of my age, and surviving as long as I have.
The one thing that lingers is the fear of becoming sick, old and alone. One thing I see in those older than I, is the ones that stay active are the happiest. No one knows if we could get a disease we can't control, but also, eating right, and walking helps me feel better and have some quality of life.
I could care less if someone wants to with-hold their age. I don't, never have, can't say I wouldn't ever though. Especially in the job market.
You hit the nail on the head with me...I try not to share my age, because I am still working a most of the staff is way younger than I am. To my knowledge we don't have a policy that states you must retire at a certain age (I teach pre-school), but I try to stay active and keep up with my class children. When people ask my age, I usually reply with "how old do you think I am". Or...I kid and tell them I am 10 years older than I am, which leads them to think I sure look good for my age.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired, And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells, And run my stick along the public railings, And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens, And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat, And eat three pounds of sausages at a go, Or only bread and pickle for a week, And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry, And pay our rent and not swear in the street, And set a good example for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised, When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple! Jenny Joseph |