I wonder if anyone really truly believes this.  So easy to buy into the lie that life is like a racetrack, a seemingly endless series of laps
fueled by a culture that worships youth and marginalizes its elders.
I remember rolling my eyes when my mother and her friends launched into a  litany of aches, pains and  funeral reviews. I vowed I would never allow my world to shrink so small, become so focused on myself.  I would be involved with life – would have far more important things to think about.
But to my chagrin, I find myself actively participating in these conversations with my friends nowadays. It is, after all, what is happening to us. Â One more thing to add to my list of things I vowed I would never do.
What I hadn’t counted on about growing old is that nothing  stays the
same for very long. Â Some days are full of hope and good fortune. Â I am brimming over with gratitude for my friends, my family, my reasonably
If we haven’t learned life lessons along the way, if we don’t have friends
Living a successful old age is hard work, in my opinion. Â I need all the resources I can muster. Â But no matter what my situation, Â I am in charge of the path I take. Â I always have choices.
And in the final analysis, it’s  not that the road ends, it’s where it ends that matters.