Welcome to Castle Maven’s Senior Manifesto © a weekly blog commentary where we anticipate, poke fun, and in some cases, flat-out reject by (Botox®) injection or some other congealed substance, the aging process. We are not critical of anyone wanting to try all sorts of beautifying processes, creams, lotions, or any other methods to keep you looking and feeling young; we actually encourage it, not to the point you are beyond recognition (because then it’s a body image disturbance thing), but just enough so that you feel really good about yourself. When you feel good about yourself, you radiate an inner confidence that is projected outward for all to see, which is a wonderful thing.
By the way, you are considered entering the senior dimension when you start getting gray hair and use color rinses, not the hair dye with peroxide kind, the rise, which is a temporary (1-2 month) color wash. It should be noted that the color rinse isn’t a requirement for senior admission, the gray hair is (notwithstanding the heredity outliers under 40). So, yes, if this happens when you hit 40 years old then, welcome to the club because this Manifesto is for you, too.
We are big believers that aging should be fun and not feared. We are all going to go through it because no one gets out of this life alive. So, you might as well have some fun with it. Right? It sort of brings to mind the lyrics from Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees where the refrain goes like this: “Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive…” This might as well be the senior anthem. Now that you are back in the disco era of the 1970’s, let continue to take a quick step onto Mammary Lane (yes, you read that right) when some of you were first parents…those sleepless nights, the diaper changes and crack-of-dawn morning feedings. Ok, enough of that…it’s a quick step into, not a lengthy stay.
Another (current) senior anthem is every musical theme for insurance products. When you hit the senior threshold, you can’t get enough of it, not because the commercial tunes are catchy, but you actually need their product for coverage…for everything, for health, life, car, house, boat, etc. And, if you happen to have won the genetic lottery to become a model of some sort (yes, they have senior models), you can insure yourself in whole or in part to lock in someone else’s perceived value of you (based on your policy’s parameters) for your second-wind career. How fun is that to have opportunities for benefits?
Speaking of benefits, there are benefits to aging. The older you are the more you don’t give a sh*t. Ann Landers said it best, “At age 20, we worry about what others think of us. At age 40, we don’t care what they think of us. At age 60, we discover they haven’t been thinking of us at all.” Here is to manifesting the manifesto.