I turned 71 in August. I am not as pruney as some of my friends that are the same age. I think I take after my mama. She died at the age of 74 and could have passed for 60.
But my pruniness has begun in certain places. It is what it is. I don't worry about it. I have enjoyed every part of getting wrinkles and gray hair.
I have expanded my skills. I can now forget what I am doing while I am still doing it.