As I continue to age...err, I mean..continue to have birthdays, I’m a wee bit more sensitive to the process. Being young is the time when you are actually in your teens, twenties, or thirties. I used to be proud off the odd crinkly grey hair since each individual strand represented survival of some sort that my children or other half has said or done. Not to long ago I shrieked in horror when I looked in the mirror and saw a single hair strand growing out from my chin. It scared the bejesus out of me because it wasn’t there the night before. Well I quickly yanked that nasty hair out and shuddered thinking about Mother Nature OR Father Time sneaking into my bedroom while I am asleep and purposely planting that hair on my chin. That was such a cruel joke. I guess the older we get, the more we want to be younger. Well, maybe not really young but at the age where we are more carefree and vibrant. But, while we cannot turn back the clock, we can turn back our mind and do a number of things differently that will make you think and feel more youthful.
Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them!"
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath, but always make sure you are wearing “poise”. (the women readers will understand this)
To stay youthful, hang around older people
Forty is the old age of youth, fifty is the youth of old age
In the words of
……….. Live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age. Lucille Ball