This is a two-part blog post related to the fact I turned 60 last month. I find that fact almost incomprehensible. I’ve lived fully and forever, but wasn’t I just 40 a couple of years ago? 60 is definitely a milestone birthday. Frankly I’m not sure why every birthday isn’t a milestone birthday. Birthdays serve as yardsticks, measuring where we are and where we’ve come from. It’s funny how we have assigned the most significance to decade birthdays. But, like the rest of society, I’ll give this decade birthday its due.
I’ve been yardsticking (yes, that is officially now a verb) the amount of love I have in my life as compared to my younger years. I’m a little stunned by the outpouring of love and affection my friends and family have demonstrated. The blog post immediately preceding this one was written by my friend and Be Brave. Lose the Beige business partner, Jackie. I’ve probably read it 20 times, more and more awed each time by her description of me as an “angel on earth”.
My friends Susan and Suzan whisked my husband and me away on an all expense paid weekend retreat at a Ritz Carlton. The lunches, spa treatments, cards, facebook posts, and gifts from dear friends, family, and my 20 year poker pals have made me feel rich in so many ways.
So, in spite of the “Sixty Sucks” mug made for me by my dear friend, Suzi, the six decade notches on my yardstick measure wealth well beyond what I could have imagined as a 20 or 30 year old- that of the love from fabulous friends and family.