It's odd, really. I feel the same as I did 30 years ago. Okay, that's a lie. I ache more frequently, tire more easily, and love more deeply. However, when I think of myself, I think that I'm still a young woman who wears a size 5 and has her whole life ahead of her. It's only when I look in a mirror that I realize I now qualify as an "older woman." But you know what's interesting? I don't mind that label. Not in the least. I've discovered that being older has many, many advantages and I intend to enjoy all of them.