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Trick Or Treat! Stories of Aging Are a Mixed Bag

Leigh Ann Hubbard October 29, 2018
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Growing older isn’t one single experience. This Halloween, we’ve got a handful of stories of aging — each with its own unique flavor.

Aging is a mixed bag. It brings sweetness and scares; provokes laughter and sometimes screams. Unwrap these real-life stories of what it’s like to grow old. We promise, there’s all a treat to read!

What are your favorite stories of aging? Share them in comments below or in social media. We’ll update our collection here.

Headlines & Insights: Curated excerpts from thought-provoking articles

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Next Avenue / Jenny Allen

It seems like only yesterday that I was railing against Botox, shocked that anyone would inject a substance whose real name was ‘botulinum toxin’ into their faces, shocked that women would give up the opportunity to raise their eyebrows. But I’ve read that Botox is more subtly applied now, and doesn’t freeze your forehead into a big blank slab, and I think, well, maybe. … 

I have to say, I resent having to think about any of this. I’m not really the type. I came of age in the 70s, when it really did seem as if women were not going to be judged, and judge themselves, on their looks. In retrospect, this period was a mere blip, an aberration, but for awhile there, a lot of us really did think that. Those of you who are too young to remember will just have to believe me.

It’s Great Being Old. I Can Be Eccentric, Self-Indulgent—Even Offensive
The Guardian / Lynne Reid Banks

People don’t expect much of you when you’re old, and you get quite a lot of kudos if you do show you’re still up for anything even remotely active. I recently went on a trip abroad by myself, and my sons were agog.

Of course, aged parents should always strive to keep their descendants in a salutary state of recurrent surprise, or even mild alarm, or failing that, embarrassment: you know, singing old standards in public, or complaining vigorously if you’ve been served sub-standard food or ripped off for drinks. I once asked a theatre barman if he had a funnel to pour the wine back into the bottle, after I found out that a glass cost £8.

I’m an Energetic Baby Boomer. Why Do So Many People of My Age Seem Old?
The Washington Post / Steven Petrow

Yes, I’ve got my share of aches and pains. And I also seem to have more difficulty remembering a name or a place than I once did. On the other hand, I can swim farther and longer than ever before, I think because I have more patience and stamina now. And, as I all too frequently tell my friends, I can do a “full wheel” in yoga class, looking something like an upside-down four-legged creature, which takes a curious combination of strength, balance and focus.

Stop Telling Women They’re ‘Too Old’ to Wear Something. It’s Another Way of Making Us Invisible.
NBC News Think / Michele Weldon

I emerged from the dressing room … and asked the sales associate, “Am I too old for this dress?”

It wasn’t super short, just in that in-between space where you would ask yourself — and maybe text a close friend with a photo — if, styled correctly, it was professional enough for a presentation. …

“Well, how old are you?” she asked, earnest and even pensive.

“55,” I replied.

She seemed visibly shaken, as if I had just confessed to a gruesome crime years earlier and whispered to her where the evidence was buried.

The Secret to Aging Well? Contentment
The New York Times / Robert W. Goldfarb

It was clear I lacked, and had to find, the contentment those friends had attained. The hours I spent exercising had given me confidence, but not contentment.

The 30-pound weight I no longer attempt to lift reminds me that not far off is the day when lifting anything, or running anywhere, will be asking too much of my body. My brain would have to become the muscle I counted on to carry me through these final years with the peace and purpose others had found. Aging had to be more than what I saw in a mirror.

How I Quit the Bottle (the Hair Dye Bottle)
The New York Times / Suzanne Bergerac Roth

Would going gray require me to listen to folk music, host potlucks featuring casseroles of tempeh and wear fibrous, hand-woven caftans, accented with chunky, hand-forged jewelry? 

Or could it be it a ticket to another way of being a woman in the world? …

I was fascinated by the glittery tresses my body produced. How they caught the light and shimmered. I detected not 1 percentage drop of interest from my husband (the aforementioned Mark). There were no inferior work assignments or loss of love or friendship.

Shockingly, I just felt pretty.

Will You Still Date Me When I’m 64?
The Telegraph / Deborah Moggach

In my mid-fifties, however, I found myself single again, and remained so until well into my sixties.

The first thing I discovered was the chronic shortage of available men. Like the London sparrows, they had simply disappeared. …

Still, there were a few of them out there. They did look startlingly old, though. In a long marriage you age together; in a weird way your spouse remains that young person you first knew, you hardly notice the wrinkles and the thickening waist.

It’s different for people in my position. When I meet a man he mirrors back to me my own mortality. It gives me a shock to realise I’m that old. And he’s probably thinking just the same.

Instead of Aging, Be a Work of Art
ART + marketing / Cecilia Dintino

At first, the aging process upset me. It filled me with despair and humiliation. I began to disparage myself and close off my options. 

But then I got creative. I decided to let something else emerge and, to my surprise and wonder, the creative process of aging, like any creative process, turned out to be both exhilarating and challenging.

What are your favorite stories of aging? Share them below or in social media.

Leigh Ann Hubbard

Leigh Ann Hubbard is a freelance journalist specializing in aging, health, the American South and Alaska.

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