Thank you for your wry, tender appreciation of moving towards 70. As someone who is moving towards 85, I share your understanding of the need to accept our sweet, fierce, foolish, stubborn selves, as our vessel slows down and even more moves into sharp focus. Onward!
A lovely and beautiful interview! Although I had to laugh -- I've often carried a wadded-up tissue (these days, a washable hanky) in my sleeve since I was a teenager, it's one of my many "old" habits that I've cultivated since my actual youth, haha, I apologize for nothing! But, IMPORTANT question: is the cat in the picture Charlotte, Arthur, or Pip???
Her comments echo my thoughts so closely. I'm 65, and bad knees along with all the other various aging body woes make me sometimes rue that I can't do some of the things I used to love—hard backpacking trips, for instance. But I just try to switch gears and find ways to stay active and enjoy the outdoors with the body I have. Took up cycling last year, ride an ebike (great for bad knees!) and love it, now planning a monthlong cycling tour in Ireland next year. Age brings a great deal of freedom from caring about what "society" thinks I should be and do, and that is maybe its greatest gift, for me.
A great interview, and I'm someone who wears Velcro shoes!
You are a wise woman who stretches the triple to a homerun in so many ways. And I agree, no Kleenex balls up the sleeve. Ever.
Beautifully said.
Thank you!
Thank you for your wry, tender appreciation of moving towards 70. As someone who is moving towards 85, I share your understanding of the need to accept our sweet, fierce, foolish, stubborn selves, as our vessel slows down and even more moves into sharp focus. Onward!
Very nice to find this commentary in your voice! I subscribe to Elissa and enjoy her very much, I learn about myself from each of you now. Thanks!
This was a lovely read. Thank you
I wish I had your good humor and optimism about aging. Enviable.
The cat's face is everything to me. Great interview!
A lovely and beautiful interview! Although I had to laugh -- I've often carried a wadded-up tissue (these days, a washable hanky) in my sleeve since I was a teenager, it's one of my many "old" habits that I've cultivated since my actual youth, haha, I apologize for nothing! But, IMPORTANT question: is the cat in the picture Charlotte, Arthur, or Pip???
Wonderful!
Susan may be my new "aging idol" (although I'm only a year younger, lol)
Her comments echo my thoughts so closely. I'm 65, and bad knees along with all the other various aging body woes make me sometimes rue that I can't do some of the things I used to love—hard backpacking trips, for instance. But I just try to switch gears and find ways to stay active and enjoy the outdoors with the body I have. Took up cycling last year, ride an ebike (great for bad knees!) and love it, now planning a monthlong cycling tour in Ireland next year. Age brings a great deal of freedom from caring about what "society" thinks I should be and do, and that is maybe its greatest gift, for me.
I’m a lucky woman. ❤️
Thank you for suggesting she take the questionnaire! 💝
Beautiful short tribute to the sum of your parts! Thank you for sharing -- your imagery will help me hold on to the points I connected with! 🫶
Aunt Sophie was a tough broad.
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