The Unexpected “Joys” of Aging

I’ll be 70 on my next birthday. That’s not until December, and it’s April at the moment, but it sounds so much more dramatic to say, “I’ll be 70” than to say, “I’m 69.” By the time my parents were my age, they’d been dead for at least a couple of years, so I’m happy to still be here, but I have to admit I wasn’t prepared for some of the changes the years bring. I read recently that 70 is now considered “middle aged,” but since I’m probably not going to live to be 140, I don’t quite understand that label. The next step is “elderly.” I don’t feel “elderly,” so maybe I’m just old. Whatever label I fall…