Good question. Playing the averages, I have a considerable chunk of future still ahead of me, although I'm no ingenue by any means.
Who else can I still be? Begin with the obvious. I'll be a mother forever. Long after I'm gone, and even if I should outlive my children, I'll be their mother.
Come December, I'll be a grandmother for the first time. Once I am, I will be always. That's what I will be.
Who else can I still be? Sky's the limit. I can still be the writer in the stone cottage on the New England shore. I can still be the woman wandering Paris with a laptop and a camera. I can still be (eventually) a Red Hat Lady. I don't know if I'd want to, but I could.
I can still be a journalist. Or an attorney.
I can still be the person I am, with a strong sense of self, and dreams of places to go, things to see and people to know, but no desire to change materially.
I can be the kind of person who doesn't take any crap, and finds that delicate balance between forgiveness and gullibility. I can be more insightful. I can be the kind of person that cultivates and relies on intuition.
I can still be wise. I can cultivate wise friends and acquaintances.
I can still be a loving partner.
I can be quiet, and listen rather than talk. I can still engage.
I can still write powerful, moving words.
I can be private. I can be open.
I can choose.