One of the best perks about aging I've discovered is you no longer have to shave under your arms. Great news, because I was never very good at it. The dreaded deodorant sting!
Pretty much my entire life, I have not been into age as a number. It started because I was never where I "should" have been at any particular number. In school, as a child, everything seemed tied up to the number I was, and how I should know this by now, or I should have outgrown that by now. Even today, I occasionally get asked the question, "aren't you a bit old for that?". My answer, as always, is, "am I doing it? guess not". Age, to me, means the number of years that I have been here on Earth. I have been here for fifty five years now, but that doesn't mean I "should"...anything. What I should do is continue to do what I've always done. Be as sensible as needed, and wing the rest. Last year, I was asked my age for medical reasons, and I had to count up from 1956, because I didn't know how old was. I knew I was around 53 or 54, but I wasn't sure.
Aging is a blessing, a true gift. Beats the alternative.