Today is my Birthday…..and I’m 60!!!!
Go ahead, you can get off the floor now that you are done laughing……
Yep. I’m 60.
You may be asking yourself, “How does she really feel about turning 60?”
I’ll tell you. (By the way, if you really don’t care how I feel about turning 60, please feel free to have a virtual slice of my lemon cake, and go about your day. I won’t mind. Really).
In January of this year, it occurred to me that this was a seminal birthday. Up until that time, I had never been too concerned about “milestone” birthdays. Turning 16 was important only because I got my braces off. When I turned 21, I ordered a Manhattan (I really had no idea what was in a Manhattan, but it sounded very sophisticated. It tasted foul). When I turned 30, I was busy groovin’ to Kool and the Gang’s “Celebration”(…every chance I got). When I turned 40, I threw myself a surprise party with my good friend, Anna (I have some control issues). When I turned 50, the tables were turned and a surprise party was planned for ME. Can you imagine? With all my control issues? (BTW, I had a ball).
What do you do with 60?
When you turn 60, you start to know things you didn’t know before . I’m only eight hours into my 61st year and I already know this to be true.
When I was in my 50’s (it seems like so long ago, now), I convinced myself that I was in mid-life. Live to 100 or 110? Why not? But in my 60’s it’s pretty certain that I have more time behind me and less left in front.
At 60, I am no longer of the age when I avoid thinking about dying and quite frankly, it’s a bit of a relief.
Now I can concentrate on living.
Long ago, I read the book, “Tuesdays with Morrie”. (If you haven’t read this book yet, I highly recommend it). While I enjoyed the whole book, there was one part that has stayed with me through the years. Morrie is asked if he minds getting old….
“The truth is, part of me is every age. I’m a three-year-old. I’m a five-year-old. I’m a thirty-seven-year old, I’m a fifty-year-old. I’ve been through all of them, and I know what it’s like. I delight in being a child when it’s appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when it’s appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I am every age, up to my own. Do you understand?”
A very wise man, that Morrie.
I am going to let you in on another little secret. Not one of my over-60 friends or over-60 family (you know who you are!) shared this with me, but I’m going to share it with you. “Over 60” is like a secret society. There are rules (no purple, really) and prizes (Senior night at Fitz’s) and a secret handshake (it used to be a hip-bumps, but people kept breaking their hips).
I’m looking forward to this new club. I think I’ll like it here.
Don’t worry, I’m not going all philosophical now. I still like parties, I still like presents, I still like cards. I fully intend to see as many of my family and friends as I can over the next few months and fully expect them to sing to me. Or give me a hug. Or both.
It’s already begun. Last weekend, our kids threw me a party at Jeff and Mary’s home. What a glorious time. All of our kids (yep, every one of them) and all of our grand-kids (yep, every one of them) all together in one place. We laughed and talked and hugged and celebrated. In fact, the celebration got so loud, I think we were one octopus short of a hockey game (hockey people will know what I am talking about). Can you imagine a better gift?
This week, Mr. H. and I are in Napa. I had to come out for a work function, but don’t feel too sorry for me. I happen to like everyone I am meeting with and love getting to see them all again. Tonight we are meeting up with some friends I haven’t seen for awhile at a vegetarian restaurant in Napa. (I considered becoming Vegan, but think it might be a passing fancy).
And I fully intend to catch up with all the rest of our family and friends over the next few months (who said I couldn’t have a birthday year?)
So, here I go off into the 60’s. Can’t wait for the adventure to begin.