How I Finally Accepted My Age at 68 — It’s Never Too Late

My journey to self-acceptance began in that senior’s group. Every week I sat and talked with men and women grieving the loss of a spouse, confronting a life-threatening disease, contemplating assisted living, having their driver’s license taken away, or caring for their 90-year-old mother or father. There was a lot of pain, fatigue, and sadness. But there was hope, too, as we all looked honestly at aging and what it meant for us. In that group, I learned what Bette Davis meant when she said, “Old age ain’t no place for sissies!” Thus began my decade-long journey of acceptance of my age and myself. I have accepted that I’m old, winding down, and checkout time is approaching. It is calming to accept myself finally. <a href="https://medium.com/crows-feet/how-i-finally-accepted-my-age-at-68-its-never-too-late-2f1c040b1591">Visit Now</a>