Grow old with me; the best is yet to be (Robert Browning)
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional (Chili Davis)
The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly and just not think about your age (Lucille Ball)
Getting old is not easy. I do not intend to do it gracefully. The other day at high tea at the Westcliffe Hotel with the book club girls (I was an honorary guest seeing as I don’t live here anymore), they were discussing how to go grey gracefully. I do not intend doing anything of the sort for ages! I still enjoy having vibrantly bright hair.
Even though I can’t stop the aging process, I still feel young (just get a reality check when I look in the mirror). I don’t do numbers – so I don’t remember how old I am unless pressed (for official reasons) for my age. And then realise: damn, I am old! Part of my problem is that I have never grown up completely. I enjoy being child-like. This is probably the reason why I am thought by some (many actually) to be slightly weird or crazy. Mwahaha! Me crazy! nevaaaaaa!
So time marches on waiting for no-one, just dragging us all along. Some go quietly and gracefully. Me: I am going kicking and screaming disgracefully all the way.