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.
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.