It suddenly occurred to me today that I am no longer middle aged. Whew! That's a powerful and potentially depressing thought. I don't know what to call this time of life. I'm not really old but I'm definitely not young any more. And 70 is a lot closer than 50. Any suggestions?
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I know what you mean, though I resist the idea that there's something innately wrong with being old. I know I am much closer to the end than to the beginning, and I remain committed to living a vibrant, full and engaged life. I like many things about being old, though I haven't gotten into the really hard parts of it - which I do not underestimate. I met a man in North Philadelphia who said, "I am not a senior citizen, I am a seasoned citizen." That works too.
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