Well, my 60th birthday has been low key, to say the least. No rest for the weary when the house is being turned over, a family has gone and a new group of owners are on their way. The place looks FABULOUS! That always brings a smile to my face.
And me? I'm now at the Honolulu Airport about to take off for San Francisco and a conference that I'm REALLY EXCITED about. I think this one is a game changer for me - all about writing copy for a website. Not that I haven't been holding my own most of the time at the PCC, but one can always use a little help.
But let's talk about turning 60. I can't believe it! I think most of the time, maybe.....I feel about 40. But 60? I’m serious. I find myself lying in bed at 2 in the morning trying to refigure the math over and over.
I remember when my grandma turned 60. I cried and cried and cried because I knew she was going to die, like ANY MINUTE NOW. (She didn't. She lived 31 more years, actually) I've got some awesome genes in my family.
That said, I am definitely slowing down. And my tummy area is definitely getting ROUND-er. THAT's disconcerting. But I still have great health and a blessed life.
I'm just going to have to work on the attitude. I actually removed my birthday from my Facebook profile to stop all of the messages I knew I would get, not because I'm embarrassed or disappointed about my age. Just - I'm at the age where I want to stop making such a big deal out of my birthday in my own mind. My family plays low key on the birthday front, and I've spent waaaay to many years pouting and hurting because I wasn't the center of attention. What's the use of THAT? Is my worth really dependent on gifts and attention and CHOCOLATE CAKE? NO! (Well, maybe the chocolate cake......)
But Facebook did an end run, and my birthday was up for everyone to see anyway. How grateful I am for all my friends who wrote. I truly appreciate you all in my life.
So, 60 years down.....and statistically, a few more decades left to live the dream. How grateful I am for all of you. And for second (and third and fourth) chances to become humble and more open to others, less to me. Some will argue that I shouldn't strive for that, but I know that the times I waste wanting something very - uhmmmmm - 'worldly' (yeah, that's it) and temporary also - gives me no real pleasure. My joy comes from eternal goals.
I may not be Mother Teresa - but I am a woman of faith and I am going for more than 'enduring' this next stage of life. I'm going to knock it on it's rear!