I’m Okay With Being Called Old – finding ways to re-imagine that word.

Not long ago, I was discussing my 70^th birthday celebrations with a male friend and I declared that I was old as part of the conversation. I didn’t mean it in that British understating-slightly-funny-because-I’m-embarrassed way, I meant it in a quietly proud way. He didn’t get it. He thought I was being self-effacing.

No, you’re mature – he replied think…