Healthy Seniors Becomes We Get Better With Age

Ok, let me explain it.

Today I’m turning 47. And every year around this time, I get intentional about reflection. What was good in the last year? What do I actually enjoy? How do I want to spend my time in the year ahead?

The ritual never changes. But this year, the answers do.

As I sat with the usual questions, one piece of writing kept coming back to me. I wrote it on Sunday: “What has to end before something new can begin?” I was thinking about life phases, about closure and renewal. About the space between who we were and who we’re becoming.

But as I reread it, I realized I was describing myself.

The Thing I’ve Been Afraid to Say

Here’s the question that’s been sitting with me: I’ve been writing for seniors and about aging for several years, but I’m not a senior. Am I a fraud?

It sounds small when I say it out loud. But it’s been there, a low hum underneath everything. The worry that my voice isn’t legitimate. That I’m writing from the outside looking in, not from lived experience.

My par…