I embrace my 'old' age (72 in two weeks). I still colour my hair - a mix of grey and blonde highlights, and I feel the same as I always did in my mind. But my close friends, who are in their 60's, treat me with a bit of deference and seem to believe I have wisdom (??) and I accept that. I am in fairly good health, but my mobility has lessened and I enjoy taking my time on walks etc. I love being a granny, I love not having to work any more, and enjoy a senior discount. Sometimes I worry about being lazy, as I don't go out very often, but then I remember being a nurse for over 40 years, all the night shifts, the tired feet, the backaches from leaning over patients, and I tell myself that this is my time to rest.