I am not a death-denier and I am not sensitive about my age. I am 62. I look my age, maybe more these days. I've never been a good judge. But I am okay with aging.
At Parent Conferences last week, discussing her senior's work, a parent expressed dismay that I would have retired by the time her youngest was a senior. (Bless this mother, she made my day!) I said what I've said often lately. I would never stop teaching, but I need to slow down. I would teach to the end of my life if I could cut back to half time. There are so many other things I want time for, but I think work is what we are meant to do. Work gives our lives purpose, and though I feel other purposes, teaching is my profession, the work I am most proud of and the work I never quite leave.
There is a great deal of evidence that working till you drop is a way to achieve a longer and more meaningful age. I am fairly certain that I would be happier and healthier if I continued to work until the day I leave the world. I have no reason to believe I will be allowed to do that, but I can hope.
This is about staying in the game, not winning it, not trying to remain young. I am way past young.
My husband, bless him, doesn't like the selfie above because he insists I am "prettier" than that. I think the photo is exceptionally flattering, much prettier than I am in real life, but still resembling me somewhat. I love that he thinks it's not good enough. Sweet man of my life.
One way to feel good about yourself is to have people appreciate you. I am blessed.
My advice: Appreciate someone for who they are in your life. Do it today.