A contribution from a friend Liz, aged 80 . Works as mentor in Social Work Training.
…I’ve also picked from my ‘to read’ pile of books one by Marie de Hennezel, ‘The Warmth of the Heart prevents your Body from Rusting’, wondering why I have picked it up and put it down several times. I think it has to do with my refusal to let anyone else (except Social Security provisions) define how I live my life. It’s not hard to just do what I can do (and remind myself that I’m lucky to be able to do so), but it is hard not to be angry when someone looks at me and says ‘No, you’re not as old as you say you are.’ Who defines us?