We all get old. Some of us fight it. Some of us just let it happen.

I'm doing neither.

I've decided that I'm going to live my days in preparation for fabulous old lady-dom. I'm absolutely serious about this. I'm going to rock that party, assuming I'm lucky enough to make it that far.

But trust me, I'm planning on it.

Why waste time fighting time? Why try to recapture youth? You can't turn back time (I'm talking to you, Cher and pretty much all of the real housewives of wherever) -- it's pointless.

When I grow up, I'm going to be an old woman, and it's going to be fierce.

Instead of giving up and spending my days on the couch, I'm exercising so my body grows stronger.

Instead of fearing a lonely old age, I'm nurturing my friendships.

Instead of trying to do it all at once, I am doing what I want first, confident that there will be time for most of of it. And if something doesn't happen and it's too late, well, too bad. I hope to have enough amazing things accomplished so that I can look back with joy.

Instead of letting myself go and facing a stranger in the mirror, I take care of myself gently. I look in the mirror and get to know the person I'm still growing into.