1) I am turning 60 soon, and even though my dear friend, Nancy, tells me to stop whining about it, I’m having some trouble with that number. It just sounds older than I think I should be at this point in my life. I still feel like I’m 35 or, at the most, 40.
2) My knees hurt after I sit for any length of time.
3) I can’t read fine print.
4) My parents, and almost everyone in their generation–in other words, the people who inhabited most of my childhood and youth–are dead. That’s what happens, I guess when you are the youngest in your family.
5) I’m finding most movies to be pretty disgusting nowadays, even when they are funny. I worry (occasionally) that I’m turning into a fuddy-duddy, but I suspect it’s just that movies are running short on intelligent humor, high on the adolescent variety. But since I can’t stay awake for a whole movie anyhow, it doesn’t matter!
6) My children are grown.
7) I have lost a lot of the certainty I used to have that, no matter what, everything is going to be okay.
8) I am still working fulltime and see little hope of retiring any time soon.
9) It’s harder to lose weight than it used to be and much easier to gain it in all the unwanted places, where old ladies get fat!
10) Young people call me “Honey” and “Sweetie,” but they are not flirting with me. (I am starting to be invisible.)
BUT HERE IS WHAT I LOVE:
1) I am turning 60 soon, which I regard as a sign that I really am an adult now, and that excites me in a way that only people who were the youngest in their families of origin will understand. Besides, I hope to have a big party to celebrate, if I can get up the energy to pull it off!