As I enter by sixty-ninth year, I can sense that I am in a new stage of development. I call the years in the mid-sixties the young-old years and although I have arthritis in hands and feet, I am happier than I ever have been. Though I don't have a primary partner, much money, or even a large readership, I have the knowledge that I am becoming more spiritual, cooperative and have a sense of peace about myself. More of what we call call feminine traits and values. I don't feel I have to "fix" myself anymore nor do I feel I have to get "better." It's quite a relief just to be as I am. I can trust my friends to let me know if I'm not acting in balance or if I need to take a look at what I'm doing, and other than that, I can just be my authentic self and share who I am in writing, visual art, and friendships. I thought the loss of beauty and agility would be really hard, and it can be at times, but mostly I feel that for everything I lost I've gained in other ways. Old age is just the on-going of age with some creaks and groans requiring humor and the ability to "keep on" and risk. I have just started kayaking as of last week! Fell in twice, getting in and out and swallowed a bit of mud. Still want to be a Foster Grandma and continue teaching volunteer free-write workshops at library. Have a few books left. Generativity to me as an introvert is to continue the journey of the search for spirited self and the share what may be of help to the young as they attempt to deal with the world they inherited from us.