I ran across a fantastic book recently by Florida Scott-Maxwell, "The Measure of My Days", published in 1968. It discusses the experience of growing older, but rather than present it in a dismal light, it protrayed it as a time of life that has an unspeakable sense of excitement, fierce energy, and vividness that sadly can't be used to its fullest extent. It made me curious: Can someone describe the emotions that go along with turning 70 or 80 to me? (with details and specifics?)
Thanks.

