A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow
bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow:
But, in faith, the elder I wax, the better I shall appear:my comfort is, that old age, that ill layer up of
beauty, can do no more, spoil upon my face
Shakespeares Henry 5th.

Older, slower, broke, more wrinkles, sharper tongue. More people will hate me, less people will talk to me ( but I am ok with that)

I no longer try to do that. I have lived the Chinese curse: "May you live in interesting times". Every time I make plans or envision the future some big truck comes along and knocks me onto another path. Now it's just sitting back and try and enjoy what comes along.

Actually, I find it is better to look back 5 years and see what has changed. One horrible change (the death of my partner) but physically and situationaly, the best shape in over 15 years!