Living Life as a Senior Citizen

Aging is not for sissies, but it does beat the alternative!  I am determined to enjoy my senior years, aren’t you?

I am already fascinated by all the labels.  Children have labels — infant, toddler, preschool, grade school, teenager.  And then there are years you have no label except “adult”.   And lo and behold, suddenly you turn 50 — you’re a baby boomer, a senior citizen, or “elderly”.

When we were in our sixties, a young doctor referred to us as “elderly”.  We both laughed all the way home!  What on earth does that mean anyway?  I don’t feel “elderly”!

Labels!  Who needs a label?  I am alive and well and having fun!  Yes, from time to time, I need a little assistance, and may even need more as time marches on, but as long as I am able, I will live until I die!

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4 comments

  1. Beautifully stated! & beautifully made!

    A wonderful act of courage to be alive a all!

    Blessings!!

  2. MiMi says:

    Joan, you are the epitome of someone living life to its fullest — whether you’re called a “senior citizen” or not.

  3. Joan says:

    Thank you both! This is exciting!

  4. Holley says:

    When the three of you get to be “seniors” let me know, okay? Looks like to me you are all younger than most people I know. :) Much Love and Hugs!

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