With Ric's birthday meal on Friday my thoughts have been on my rapidly approaching birthday. There's a part of me that says, 'I don't want to be 60!'
But in my 50s I feel that I finally grew into myself and my life has been better than ever. I've had more confidence, enjoyed myself and generally felt good about life. I've seen my children married and grandchildren coming along; I've published my novel and people have enjoyed reading it, Husband has retired and we get along just fine. So what's there to dread about being 60? Life can only get better.
So I will embrace it wholeheartedly, celebrate and make sure the whole world knows, 'I'm 60 and proud of it.' (Not that I am until next month by the way!)
But while I was walking on Saturday I was thinking, I should have a list of things to do before I'm 60 ... but I can't think of anything to put on it! Or even to put on a 'before I die' list.
I have no desire to bungee jump or leap out of a plane; there are places I'd be happy to visit but nowhere I must go; in short, there's nothing I have a desperate desire to do. Am I boring? Or, as I prefer to think, just content with my lot?
Now I'm going to settle on the sofa with a cup of tea and Husband and watch some television. Sounds good to me.