@Parus your not alone Im there with you right now I have a horrible sore throat ,cold besides all the aches and pain I forget what I had for supper last night We are born with a purpose in life and at our age our purpose is still there but our age gets in the way ,my mind is young but body just wont follow just do the best you can ,thats all we can do

@parus
So put!
I think about aging, too. I wanted to do it with elegance and dignity. I know I am aging for all the reason you stated so well. But my mind tells me that my body is trying to tease me or test me. I'm really not 63, I am younger. I won't even attempt to guess my 'real' age that I see on the talk shows on TV.
This was suppose to be one of the BEST times of my life. Retired, children grown and successful in marriage and work, grands are terrific and growing like a weed, living in beautiful weathr, the ability to travel...but it isn't happening. As you said, aging has changed my life and the life of people around me, especially my hubby and kids.

All I am willing to accept is the age that is on my personal documents. The rest, I am going to continue to fight for and or against.
Luck to us all!!!!!!

Ronnie (GRANDMAr)

I really enjoyed your post! So well said, @parus. The "chronically forgetful" is really the pits, isn't it?

@parus @lioness @grandmar @hopeful33250 Each day we have the opportunity to create ourselves. There is a purpose to our lives, even on the day we don't feel like there is. Chronic forgetfulness? Sure, it is there to let us invent ourselves again [that's my story and I'm sticking to it!] The aging process can be a blessing and a curse. How grateful to be alive to feel old! How grateful to feel! Do I recall or mourn the days when stamina seemed endless, well, sometimes. But each day now is more thoughtful, more purposefully spent, as I have accepted that we all have an unknown-to-us expiration date. My goal is to do my best each day, don't compare myself to others, be kind to myself and others, and make a difference.
Ginger

@parus - A relative of mine who was a doctor told me that the "golden" years are not golden at all. Reality is that if you are fortunate enough not to have died young or contracted some chronic disease at an earlier age, it all waits for you in old age. Many people affirm the benefit of acceptance. My instinct tells me to fight and not accept, as much as you can. Did we accept bad things in all the previous years? Bad grades? A bad job? Domestic violence? Not if there is any chance of resisting and not giving in.