There's an awful lot about growing old that I don't like very much.
But there are other things that I love. I absolutely love that I have luminous little grandchildren laughing around me. I love that I'm growing more confident and less concerned with what people think about me. I love that I get to watch my grown sons becoming the kind of men that this world needs. I love the way my family is expanding and opening, making room for new loves. And I love that I have fewer illusions about living forever because that makes me more likely to be present and slurp up all the goodness in my life and give away as much goodness in return.
Maybe, just maybe, I've learned enough along the way to live and die with fewer regrets.