There is a classic poem by Jenny Joseph about growing older and wearing purple, eating, drinking and doing what you want. What can be the male version of this?
I look forward to growing older and wearing outrageous Hawaiian print shirts, and baggy shorts - or comfortable jeans. I will wear my Italian old man's hat. I will have a beer with lunch if the fancy strikes me, and pie for breakfast.
I will sleep when I feel like it, get up when when I wish. I will lounge around the house in my underwear - you don't want to be the stranger who rings my doorbell unexpectedly. I'll ride my bike, shop in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. I will sit for hours and watch the boats on the river, and the river flow by.
I will have one last fling, with the car of my dreams - I better do that while I can still drive over 55.
I will go to conferences, and slip out and leave if the speaker is boring - or stupid. I will do what makes me happy and comfortable and not worry about what others think.
Life is uncertain, why wait until I am old to be happy?
What will you do when you are old? Why aren't you doing it now?