Yes, at work, I am often the oldest in the room but this morning, when I report to work, for at least a half hour, I will be the youngest in the room. Perhaps that morning meeting should last a little longer on Mondays so I can think about that role for a little while longer. I remember the day my new gynecologist walked into the room and I was certain he wasn’t old enough to shave. Probably the most significant “age” event occurred for me two years ago when a group of ladies went out for dinner and we began discussing where and when we had graduated from high school. All of a sudden it occurred to me that I was the oldest woman at that dinner. My status was accelerated when the two ladies who were “ahead of me” relocated to other parts of the country and were no longer able to be part of our GNO’s. I had slipped, unbeknownst even to me, into the role of matriarch. A surprise? Yes. Shocking? A little. Most of the time I’d rather be the oldest in the room than not in the room at all. Age is just a number and there is so much to learn from everyone who is willing to share, no matter what their age.