Happy happy birthday to me

OK, this seems a little scary for some reason, but I'm going to admit it anyway. My birthday will be in my face in a couple of weeks and I'll be 60. This is the first time telling my age has ever seemed scary, and I'm not sure why that's so. In my ever-young mind, I'm 20. Or 30. Or 60, what does it matter? So what's 60 all about? I feel great, don't look too bad after all these years, except for those darned inner thighs, I'm still curious about everything, I love my life, I have a loving 30-year-long marriage and a renewal of vows two months ago on our anniversary, so many wonderful fun things in my life to ponder! So why in the world would 60 be scary? It's just a number.....a number with a stigma attached. We retire at 62 or 65. We are old in our 70's. Some time after that, we die, right? Oh, is that all it is? Well I have a few things left to do for the next 30 years or so and then I guess I can handle that. So maybe 60 isn't so scary after all, now that I've given it some thought. Happy happy birthday to me! And to you.

I was wondering why this particular birthday stands out when none of my others have. And now I know that 60 is a number that reminds me that I have already lived a long life, but one that I'm proud and thankful to have lived, even the hard parts. Approaching 60 also reminds me that there are probably many years left in my life, and I need to live with more awareness than I did in my youth, enjoy each moment that comes, do those things I've always wanted to do. All of the experiences in my life, good and bad, have now culminated into my being a life coach, a guide to help others along their path. I am so very grateful to have found my life's purpose. I can be grateful for being 60.