I didn't intend to blog about this today ... but decided to switch gears a bit and get on the podium.
The number itself is a tad intimidating; it seems somehow OLDER than 64 did, if you get my drift. But I have to say, honestly, I don't feel (physically), much different than I felt 20 years ago. I had a few aches and pains then, too. And, mentally, I don't think I've lost it yet. Whatever it is.
According to the literature, I might qualify for the Valuable Planning Help Guide if I return the questionnaire within 15 days. No, thank you.
I'm not being naive or unrealistic. I know I'm going to die someday. Everyone does. Everyone. I'm just not ready for people to look at me differently, or treat me differently because I say I'm 65.
I still very much intend to get up every morning, create something everyday, learn new things, and kick up my heels when I feel like it! I'm not old. Like every other person on this earth, I'm just aging, and not too shabbily, I don't think.
I'm just not in a hurry to get old, to not be able to do the things I do everyday, to live fully and happily without being a burden to anyone. And I hope no-one minds that I plan to be around for quite sometime yet, because ... yes, I'm 65.
I'm ONLY 65.
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