Musings on Ageing

A couple of weeks ago or so I turned 64. In my neck of the woods, it means I’m eligible for a “senior’s card”. As long as I am working 25 hours/week or less. I swapped out to part-time work earlier this year, because I am in a position where I can and I realise this makes me fortunate. The senior’s card means I get discounts on some things, like my council rates, public transport, and entry to my local swimming pool.

I’m thrilled that I finally qualify for the card. My partner (who is a wee bit older than me) was flummoxed. He could not believe I was excited to be “getting older.” I’m like “really?” I get a discount!! What’s not to love?

People often dread getting older and all it entails. Personally, I don’t really feel “old.” I just feel like me. A little wiser, a little calmer and a whole lot more content with my life!