Just when I finally found the right hair color, the perfect shade of lipstick, and the most comfortable stretch undies....I'm 63! I've discovered which deodorant doesn't cause itching and which of my girlfriends are good for me...and now I'm 63. There's more life behind me than in front of me. Although I wouldn't want to go back in time, since 63 really doesn't feel as old as it sounds. I've traded precious time for my flabby arms, that so mesmerize and entertain my precious grandchildren. At 63, I'm finally accepting my past, my quirks, my body, and my mishaps. I laugh louder, speak softer, judge less, and feel grateful more. Maybe I am ready for 64.