Allow me to ponder for a moment. 

As I get older, there are things I don’t remember. Why did I walk into this room? Did I turn off the stove?

But what’s interesting is the things that I do remember. I remember 50 years ago today- being nine years old the night before my 10th birthday, sitting in my room and thinking to myself: This will be the last time that I’m a single digit. 

Kind of a deep philosophical thing to think of as a nine-year-old – but that’s sort of how I rolled.

I loved turning 40. I had a big ol’ party with all of my friends and family. I was finally comfortable in my skin and in myself.  When I turned 50, I went to Key West and partied like I was 22.

Turning 60 is interesting. The thought that I can’t get out of my head is that the road ahead is way shorter than the road behind.

The good news is I’m in better shape now than I was when I was 50, or when I was 40. The bad news is I don’t think I’ll live to see my great nieces and nephew have children of their own, but maybe.

Age is a funny thing. 60 sounds really weird because I’m still 26 in my head. Because of genes or, as my husband says, rock ‘n’ roll, I’m a younger 60 than my mom was when she was 60. 

And yet.

I look back at my life and I wonder what have I done? What have I accomplished?

I’ve been successful in my career, I’ve been in a successful relationship for 35 years, I’ve tried to take care of the people that I love. And maybe that’s something.

I still love my birthday. It’s my day… Or weekend… Or month. 

For this birthday, I’m spending time with my actual brother, which those of you who know my story means almost more than anything. I have discovered a new family in addition to the awesome family I already had.

So yeah, I’m blessed. I just have to keep reminding myself.

And I don’t have that many gray hairs. So that’s kind of cool.