Our cultural narratives about aging are focused on diminished mental capacity, not expanded spiritual authority. But I understand more as I get older, I have a perspective and, yes, wisdom, I didn’t realize I would achieve.

I was born in 1962, and I am now 62 years old, at least for a couple more weeks. When I was young I had a vague idea of what it would be like to be in my sixties, and I am quite pleased that I was mostly wrong.

Here are some wonderful things about being this age which I didn’t anticipate when I was younger.

Really, truly, not giving a f**k. While there are, and always will be, a few people whose good opinion matters to me, I am much less concerned with how society, or individuals think of me anymore.

It is infinitely freeing not to reference what “other people” will think of what I wear, who I vote for, how I spend my money or style my hair. I save so much by not being compelled to buy, do or want the latest thing, whatever that might be, to help me conform to someone else’s idea of beauty, prosperity or success.

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