Somebody recently told me that their brother was having a hard time getting a job. After all, he's old. And no one wants to hire someone in their sixties since they're just going to retire soon afterwards.
HE'S 65.
I'm 61, and will be 62 this year.
Every day I think to myself: I'm strong, I'm smart, and most importantly, I'm capable.
I can lug heavy equipment. Lift things and small humans. Stand for a looong time with a lead apron on. I get up every day and accomplish a lot before I leave the house. If someone has the audacity to tell me I am too old to do my job I will laugh in their face and keep going. Women keep going. We live longer, why not. I'm tired of being asked when I'm going to retire. Do not let this head of silver hair fool you - I am capable. I'll let you know when I'm ready.