To some extent old is good. When I think of all the time I wasted thinking about things that now I consider irrelevant, I am glad for the passing of time and the places it has taken me - or I have taken myself. I don't want to go back to being 20 or 30 or 45 for that matter. Inspite of some of the physcial difficulties, I like being 56. So yes, I consider myself old, and no I don't. The body is marching along to old age. The spirit is growing. It's a good thing.