Last fall, I volunteered to check in new first-years at my alma mater. I was seated at a table of older adults all remembering what it had been like when we first arrived. I attend luncheons on healthy brain aging, and alumni events online or in person. I joined a local social club, and even registered for a group trip to London to see theater. A friend mentioned purchasing an RV and I fantasized about joining them on a trip to Sedona. Phrases like, “She looks way too young to be an executive/director/CEO/mother,” escape my mouth. When did I get this way?
I may be the cliché of what my former self thought an older person might become, so I decided to delve deeper.........