It isn't a how-to article or a flowchart of how to age, it is a rumination on her life and the role solitude and isolate have had in shaping her. While turning

It isn't a how-to article or a flowchart of how to age, it is a rumination on her life and the role solitude and isolate have had in shaping her. While turning over what she thinks about her life, she delves into contradictory positions where both seem true to her; this isn't a flaw, all of us have such notions. I'm not sure how old you are, but as someone approaching retirement age, my thoughts are increasingly turning to such matters. I'm in good health currently but having watched the generation before me age and pass away, I know the spectrum of possibilities that awaits. I have no fear of being dead, but a realistic fear of what old age will be like: living in pain, loss of energy and desire, bad eyesight and hearing, mental diminishment to the point of confusion, repeated bouts of grief from the deaths of family and friends, and the knowledge that the process is a ratchet that can't be turned back or stopped (at least not yet). Anyway, I hope I have the mental clarity to write something so thoughtful when I'm 80.