When I turned 50, much of my self-restraint melted away. When I reached the 60 year mark, even more of my restraint disappeared and I called people out on their bad behavior. (Witness my relationship with my ex daughter in law, who thinks I'm the biggest witch around.)
My sister, a sedate lady, fears what will happen when I reach another of those milestone birthdays. It set me to speculating.
Will I forego wearing clothes? (Let's hope not.)
Will I start wearing my bra on the outside of my shirt? (Hey, Madonna did it years ago.)
Will I forget to wear a bra at all? (Already there.)
Will I start to make up naughty poetry? (Alas, I've done that for years.)
As I think about it, I'm not too worried after all.