Obsess? Not me!

I’m not one to obsess about age. Actually, I don’t ‘obsess’ about much of anything. I have always felt the old adage, ‘you’re as young as you feel’, pretty much summed it up. Mind you some days I feel 101 first thing in the morning, but most of the time I feel young. I believe it’s a state of mind.
We’ve all known people that were old before their time. Ironically, when I was a child I always heard people say, ‘She’s so old for her age.’. Since adulthood most people would say, ‘She should act her age.’ But, you see, that’s the problem. If you have your age in mind all the time, which you would have to if you were going to ‘act your age’, you aren’t really living. Are you? It’s just a number.
It’s like some people have a list somewhere that says:
‘At 40 years of age you need to slow down and not over do on any level.’.
‘At 50 years of age you need to begin wearing a swim dress, no matter how you look in a swim suit, because you are 50 years old for crying out loud! And for God’s sake keep your skirt below your knees!’.
I’m not sure what the internal dialogue would be for 60… perhaps:

‘It’s time to arrange for a weekly appointment at the hair dresser’s. And if you haven’t donated all your sexy shoes, (which you should’ve done at 50!) then please do so immediately.
What’s bothering me about this impending birthday, (and believe me I do not take it for granted, I’ll be grateful to make it!) is that I have actually caught myself lately thinking, ‘Is that appropriate for a woman almost 60?’ This is a foreign language to me!
I’m sure there are people who think maybe I should’ve learned this foreign language a while back. That’s ok, because if they think that about me, I’ve probably thought they should live a little and obsess less!