I've already expressed my thoughts on "youthfulness" so I debated jumping back in but Deb's comment, along with some of the others, about coping with physical challenges is too important to get lost. Because I've always been blessed with good health, moving into my sixties with the inevitable changes that age brings has made me much more aware of how difficult life must be for those who struggle daily with a chronic illness or a physical challenge. Anyone who can cope with these challenges while retaining a sense of optimism and zest for life is awe inspiring and has my total admiration.
Many of the negative associations with age come, I think, from the physical challenges that many of us come face to face with in our 60s, 70s, and 80s. Creaky joints, arthritic stiffness, fatigue and a host of other challenges can turn even the most optimistic soul cranky and pessimistic, especially when a person has taken physical health for granted during their younger years. I now realize for many of my friends that a frown and disengagement can be from discomfort as much as from a negative attitude.
I mentioned before that my views on aging changed once I entered my sixties. Visualizing how you would like to age is akin to visualizing how you would like to be a parent. In reality, my memories of the days when I was coping with work and raising children bore little resemblance to the glossy image promoted by women's magazines. There were days when I felt like a drudge instead of a "yummy mommy", but there were also moments of great joy when I felt that little hand hanging on to mine. Aging is a bit like that.
My images of how I was going to be a fabulous combination of wisdom and youthfulness as I aged makes me smile. The reality is some days I am a cranky, opinionated old professor, while, at other times, I am surprised by my ability to laugh at something that would have driven me off the rails a few years ago. Some of my students have commented on how things that drive other profs crazy just don't seem to bother me. I think I have a greater tolerance and empathy for the busy, complicated lives that my students have today. Handing an assignment in a few hours after a deadline doesn't seem to be a big deal anymore, but being ill-mannered towards other people is something that I refuse to ignore anymore.
I think my biggest revelation has been that aging is a gift that I can accept and enjoy instead of fight. It has its challenges (with the changes in my physical appearance being the least important) and, at times renders me cranky but mostly makes me so greatful to enjoy what I've had and what remains. It is truly a good time of life for me.
Now, I promise this will be my last post on this topic!