A Cure For Aging

Three fun-loving gals prove you’re only as old as you feel

- Violet Towell

As a 25-five-year-old, I often wondered about the propensity of middle-aged people to dance, sing or otherwise draw unwarranted attention to themselves in public. I didn’t think about them a lot, mind you—just in that mildly annoyed way the young have when middle-aged people laugh too hard in their presence. Now that I’m almost 60, I’ve learned that age is a state of mind. Here’s why...

Whoever said “Youth is wasted on the young,” (words that have been attributed to both George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde) was right. In our youth, we don’t always understand what is real or important, and end up wasting time or making foolish errors in judgment. In middle age, we are simply making up for lost time. Only now do I realize that middle-aged people enjoying themselves is actually a sign of good judgment. It did, however, take me almost two decades to come to that conclusion. It was something I came to understand through observations made on my annual girls’ weekend getaways: four days each year when my sister Mitzi, cousin Milena and I go away together and get to be kids again. We’re not only related, we’re good friends who grew up together and have a lot of shared history.