Get Older, Be Despised - New Yorker article

[antmary]

When I was young, 15-25 yrs., I wanted to be old. To be done with competition, confusion and making mistakes. I grew weary of fashion, although I was a looker, I was tired of trying to impress. Relationships were so complicated. Finally found my DH, married 33 years. Made it to FIRE. Life is simple.

I love being old.

I love being old too, and when I was young I knew that I was the parent of my "inner 70 year-old." I love not being whistled at, competed with, or having anxiety about my clothes. What a freedom to wake up and know that today is exactly how I want to create it.

I thank my younger self for taking care to save, invest - and nurture my relationships.