The celebration is this month-
It wasn’t all too long ago, or at least I didn’t think so, when I turned 30. I remember that day so well. It was a Sunday, and I spent part of the day with a close friend. I also dressed in black.
So, here I am on the precipice of decrepitude, feeling…well, not 30 anymore, but not how I would have expected at 60 either. My mindset is energetic, alive and forward thinking with a zest for learning more, living, and experiencing MORE. My gait, memory, and most days energy to do much of anything seem to prevail.
They say age is just a number…it is indeed. Those younger days gone by when I could live off 3 hours of sleep…now reminds me that 8 pm is what midnight use to be. The old coffee beans are my best buddies. The pep in my step is no longer there most days…well, you get the picture.
So I’m in panic mode…because I’m turning 60 this month. I’ve crossed the threshold of my existence when I have less time in front of me than behind me….followed by the inevitable questions: Has my life been meaningful? What kind of mark did I make in the world? Did I change someone’s life for the better?
There is always an opportunity for reflection, but especially this time. For several weeks now, I’ve been thinking about what I’ve learned during the past six decades that really matters. A few of these thoughts are:
Notice the good.
Let go of certainty.
Slow down.
Add more value in the world than you’re using up.
Savor every moment— even the difficult ones…it all goes too fast.
As a former account analyst, I think life is kind of like a balance sheet—if your assets exceed your liabilities, you have a positive net worth. If your positives exceed your negatives, you’ve got a whole lot to feel good about. Looking at it that way, while the number still freaks me out, I’m pretty thankful that I’ve made it this far. Just don’t try putting 60 candles on my cake—30 will work just fine.
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