June 21st, 2012…my 60th birthday. SIXTY! I demand a recount!
I don’t when this happened – when I went from being a relatively young woman to being 60 years old. I really can’t even wrap my head around the concept. Until I look closely in the mirror. Then I know it’s true. The face that I always thought was holding up pretty good in spite of the number of candles on the cake, is now showing the wear and tear. No one’s going to be carding me, that’s for sure.
There’s a part of me that wants to wear the wrinkles as a badge of honor…a tribute to the wisdom gained from experience. The other part of me is just bummed that it’s all come so fast. I’m not ready to slow down. There’s still so much I want to see and do. And I am feeling my mortality in a big way.
So, I’ve completed 60 years on this earth, and am beginning my 61st. There’s no getting around it.
I can either spend my time dreading the prospect, or I can vow to make it my best year ever. I think I’ll go with best year ever.