I asked a very special friend of 60 what his favorite age has been.

He replied quickly: his 30s. Then thought a bit: maybe his 20s, more energy, strength, endurance, you know….

Then he asked me mine.

As I spoke I realized my favorite age is Now, on the cusp of 80. I know myself better. Know more of who I am. Finally not living my life to please someone, anyone, everyone in fear they would leave me.

No longer afraid to disagree, if needed. Not afraid to open my heart and give love to others, and see them bloom. I am content, happy even, to be me. I love me, too.