Maybe it was the content—cutting-edge, data-driven, fast-paced—or maybe it was the sleek confidence of the people in the room. Whatever it was, I felt my self-assurance slipping. Suddenly, I was acutely aware of my age, my comfort level with technology, and the narrative running wild in my head.

I used to think of sixty-five as “old.” Now, it feels like the beginning of something richer—a season of wisdom, clarity, and hard-earned self-understanding. The kind of age that has stories to tell and plans still worth making.