growing older

Strangely, anyone past the first flush of peri-menopause who takes the trouble to look good is assumed to be out there touting their wrinkly wares. Sure, some gals don the leopard print jeggings in the hope of catching the eye and, with luck, other organs of firm, youthful gentlemen friends. But mostly we just want to look good for ourselves with no intention of picking off sick or wounded stragglers from migrating herds of young men. Roam free, my beauties - I'd rather have a cup of tea.
Now I am a middle aged fool reconnecting with my dreams. I am still misunderstood and judged, but that's ok. I can cope with that. And I am hoping to live long enough to become an old fool with a heart full of passion.
I'm heading into a new era of cool. Hygge and wholesomeness. Nature and nirvana. Slippers and... nah, I don't need to dress it up. I don't need to be 'on trend' or part of a Danish movement. Cos I don't really care any more. Who's joining me for a cuppa and a bourb
There is an assumption amongst younger generations that the senior members of our society have no interest in technology. Labelled rather patronizingly as a generation of 'digital dinosaurs', there are often exaggerated claims of an ever-increasing 'digital divide' between the old and young.
At the heart of Britain's NHS and Social Care crisis is an increase in demand for services from our ageing population. The right housing models can play a critical part in preventing a cycle of demand from starting and allow older people to return to their own homes after treatment, thus freeing up NHS and social care resources.
The sex lives of older people is often sensationalised in the media, almost demonising older women for having a happy and fulfilling sex life. There is a derogatory suggestion that, "You're past it, love. It's time for the youngsters to have their fun."
In darker times, it can be the simple, almost imperceptible moments that can change a life as well. That moment when you notice someone repeating themselves just once too often, saying something which seems at odds with what they think... the diagnosis may be the momentous thing, but somehow it was those days you just began to wonder when you knew by instinct things were going to change.
Yet despite this massive cultural shift in the way over 65s live their lives, I believe institutional ageism is still entrenched in society. And it's something we all have to play a part in helping to address.
To me they were invincible, their oily and toned physiques worked the stage like gladiators of a long past era. Such godly figures - mostly - could work the crowd with immense ease; a single action could be the difference between utter silence and thunderous applause. How could I not be attracted to such power.
In recent months I have both graduated from university and turned the ripe old age of 23. By juggling a retail job, freelance work and the occasional unpaid personal project, I scramble through most of my days searching for the sweet relief of feeling "Wow...I really have my shit together!", before I pat myself on the back and give a double thumbs up to an invisible camera. But that feeling never seems to come.