So. Okay. I'm sixty. I have no need to work on self-acceptance any more, right? I suppose after fifty, one either has it or one never will.
I wonder if this had anything to do with my dream last night where I saw myself as very old and rather fat and surrounded by beautiful young women who were all being chatted up by beautiful men while I stood alone. Being very old and rather fat.
I guess I accept that. What choice do I have?