At 54, I am the oldest student in my dance class. Fifteen years older than the next oldest student, a good five or six years older than the teacher. When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and see my hair (now a great deal more grey than black), or momentarily forget the bursitis in my left hip and squat deeper than I should, I tell myself that I’m too old to be (re)learning
Absolutely love this and can feel you joy through the words on the computer. Thank you for sharing this <3.