If you're younger than I am, you probably won't believe that it goes that quickly, but well, you'll find out. Really. It's just a question of time. For some reason, this birthday has really made me think. 60; it sounds so significant. So old! When I'm driving along and people look over at me, they're seeing an older woman, maybe even an old woman driving that car. When I'm in the check out line at the grocery, it's an old woman who is chatting them up. And on a good day, maybe they don't view me as old; maybe they appreciate me as wise and worldly. I'm hoping that I'm thought of as that more than old, but hey, I've learned I can't control the thoughts of others.
60 years means I know that I need to be grateful because any day above the grass line is a day full of potential. And I also realize the truth in the expression, "Do not grieve growing old; it's a privilege denied to many." So, I'm going to really dig down until I figure out what this turning to the start of my Sixth Decade actually means to me, why it seems so large and well, odd. How can I actually be 60 when in my mind where I live and it's sunny all the time, I'm 28 years old?!
Life has changed so much in so many ways, not the least of it how we acknowledge birthdays. This year, I received only five cards. They're lined up on my mantle so I can see the bright colors and feel warm and happy. Five doesn't sound like many, which it really isn't compared to previous years. However, I got close to 100 wishes of various sorts and flavors on my Facebook page and my phone and in texts and email. It's been an absolute blast reading and answering all of them. Spending time with all of those who want me to remember what I mean to them. It's a beautiful thing. Truly.
People have moved away, or have moved to Their Next Place. I miss them, thinking of them often. Yet, I know this birthday means another year where I'm waiting to see who comes into my life to bring new and different experiences.
I have to recognize that if I hadn't turned 60, I wouldn't be here to wonder about what good things are coming my way; what new people I'm going to meet; what experiences I'll have, so I suppose I'd better just celebrate this day as quite an accomplishment. And that's what I'm going to do.
Hey, July 12...I've seen you 60 times! And once again, thank the God & Goddess I have shared my day with my beloved, Michael. We had meals out and conversation. We sat in the companionable quiet when words eluded us as we spun our thoughts. We took a nap listening to the rain drum on the windows. And, I am blessed.
So happy birthday to us July 12. This is what 60 looks like on me. And, I'm still a work in progress.
Namaste Till Next Time,
Holly aka She who is older than she once was but not as old as she'll one day be...