What is it about that number that a upsets me? It jarring. I've haven't been bothered by the so-called milestone birthdays before, but I do think there is something scary about this one. It's such a very big number. Does turning 60 mean I am old now? I don't want to be old. I don't want others to think I'm old. I don't feel old. Am I old?
Okay, rereading that last paragraph I seem to be stressing the word "old" a bit too much. Why? I don't feel any different today than I did yesterday. Is it because today I qualify for the senior discount at the movie theater? Am I afraid that I will feel a sudden craving for the early bird dinner special? And that I will start prefacing every story with "in my day...?" Did I go to bed middle aged and wake up old?
Whether I'm 59 or 60, I have the same great life. I'm healthy, happy and secure. I'm doing exactly what I want to do, working full time as a fiber artist. I work in a fabulous studio. I have good friends and a great husband. I am able to travel around the world. I love my life.
So, I have decided to embrace it! I'm 60! I'm a sexagenarian! Hooray! Celebrate with me! And I know it is a cliche, but I truly hope that the best is yet to be!
After all, in my day......