Somebody emailed this to me and it struck my fancy. But, it seems that the depiction of a 50-year-old is way, way off! The woman in purple ("When I am old, I shall wear purple") is too old. My eldest daughter is 50 and her siblings will soon to reach the half-century mark too. None of them are white haired, none of them are sagging and jowly. They are all energetic, vital people. They won't even be able to retire for 15 to 20 years.
I have found that as I get older, those younger than me tend to seem ever younger. High school graduates seem like mere children. Yet, I was married at that age. I'm frequently shocked to learn that some younger person is actually in their 40's or 50's.
The biggest change in my perspective is how I relate to people. When I was younger, I was shy and couldn't relate to anyone who was different from me. The few folks of different age groups, races or abilities that I encountered were so alien to me, I avoided them. I'm older and wiser now--cliqued though that may be. People of other ages and backgrounds can be so much more interesting than the folks just like me. (I can be such a bore, as in today's post. I try to do better tomorrow.)