I very rarely give out my age. Some people think I'm in my teens, others in my sixties, and everywhere in-between. To me age is just a number.
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Embrace it and you'll realize that age really doesn't exist in the overall scheme of things.
A reasonable phylosophy (spelling looks odd?).
As I have aged over the years I have noticed that I have gone through several distinct "mellowing" phases.
In my 20s and 30s I was a keen go-getting type, always in a hurry, and so it carried on through my 40s and into early 50s where more and more responsibilities often with out the necessary authority to insist that things happenned my way made for a reasonably stressfull existence.
The first major mellowing occured when I became self employed.
It was absolutely brilliant not "working for The Man" any more, being able to do what I want when I want to do it .
The next phase was when my wife died after a couple of years of illness.
I woke up realising that I dont have to worry about anybody else any more, I can do even more of my own thing in my own time.
When I turned 60, it seemed that a status bit in my brains Status Byte had been set to tell me to slow down a bit more, some of the hardware is wearing out!
Despite that, when I see some people who are my age (or even younger) I think to myself "Look at that poor old crock! I hope I don't look like that!"
But, last year I was relating some experience which I had in the mid 1980s to some younger (20s/30s) people when one of them asked how old I was and was amazed when I told her that I was 62. So maybe I am wearing well, but it does not feel like it some days.
My own experience of the ageing process, for what it is worth.
JimB