I turned 60 on Christmas Day, 2017.
I tell you that because I’m pretty proud I’ve managed to come so far. I’m also a little shocked. I guess I always knew I would be 60, just like I always knew I would be 40. 50 was a killer because I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that I would never be 40 again.
You know how they say something like “it’s not the destination, it’s the journey”?
I always hated journeys. If I could, I would be Jeannie from “I Dream of Jeannie“. I would just blink my way everywhere and anywhere I wanted to be.
Or just twitch my nose like Elizabeth Montgomery on Bewitched.
I just wanted to get there. But I was never really sure where “there” was.
So now I’m here. 60. And for the first time in a long time, I know where I’m going, but I’m not sure how I’m going to get there.
But I do know that I am taking you with me, because it’s so much more fun to go on a journey with friends.
So here we go.