Sigrid, I just turned 50 in July and it boggles my mind that I'm 50. No way. Can't be. I still have all the 45's from my teen years - and most of it is still my favourite music! (I still play my Partridge Family CD when noone else is listening!)

I can't believe I'm 50. Sure, my body feels a bit decrepit, the knees don't work so good these days, and those grey hairs that MY hairdresser tried to highlight into hiding aren't quite as well-hidden as she assured me they would be. But it's only when I actually think about it that I know I'm 50. When I'm out and about, or just being me, I'm still the 20-something I enjoyed being back in the late 70's...or the bubbly, bouncy 30-something I was in Halifax. The knees don't quite match that inner perception, but I just can't reconcile that self to this 50-year-old self that I am now.

I wouldn't mind the senior discount, but can't associate the word senior to the woman I see in my mirror. I don't see a senior. I still see the hopes and dreams and I still wonder what I'm going to be when I grow up. I'm definitely not there yet. Probably should be, should have been a long time ago, but hey, I'm a late bloomer, and that's okay.

Girl, I can so relate. I don't like loud rock music, but listening to David Cassidy amounts to the same thing. Maybe we should get together for coffee one of these days and just see if anyone dares to offer either of us a senior's discount. If so, whoever gets the discount can pay...