What does it mean to say that 'age rocks'? Does it mean images of old people sitting in afghan-covered rocking chairs? Or Seniors rocking precariously on their feet as they try to maintain their balance while out walking uneven pathways? Or brains that rock from topic to topic with seemingly no coherent connection? Well, perhaps this is what comes to your mind when you hear the phrase. But that's not what it means to me!
To me, the idea that 'age rocks' is a crucial ingredient of what I consider graceful aging. No, I'm not a Pollyanna, nor do I particularly care for that sort of fake joy. But I greatly admire grit and determination and the will to find the bright spot in just about anything, And so I have trained myself to see just how interesting, humorous, and, yes, at times exciting, the process of aging can be. I would greatly welcome your opinion on this often, divisive, issue.