I also accept it.I, too, accept it. There are pluses to being a senior.
Your wife has nice arms!
every now and then I imagine that I am 55. What I could do. What plans I had. Now I look in the mirror at 77 and say naaaaaaaa! This isn't me. Then I shuffle out to take my dog for his walk and realize that I am shuffling. Brain is not connecting with the body!Every now and then I come to the realization that I'm an old lady now. But I'm young at heart so I don't feel like it nor do I act "old". I do, however, except it.
I learned a few years not to look at myself in the mirror while wearing 3X reading glasses, no one should ever see a seniors face under that magnification!