Old ladies run in my family. So do old men.

I’ve got the DNA of survivors. Of people too stubborn to go belly up until well into their 90s. Barring unforeseen circumstances, I stand a damn good chance of being just like them. Old.

I’m looking forward to it. 

Because I intend to age well. I’m going to be the kick-ass little old lady who paints and sings and dances until the day she drops. Because I can.

And any time I feel stuck and need a reminder how absolutely beautiful growing old can be, I’ll watch this video for inspiration.

Because there’s nothing old about aging with grace.