Good day my Neeshies! For the newest blog post I was all set to write about my cooking adventures in France. And I promise to share that with you soon. But earlier this month–before it was (-)6 in Chicago–I woke up in the morning, went out for my jog (yes, at 60, I can still jog 4 miles, YAY) and thought about all the many conversations I have had with family and friends on the topic of moving into this new decade.
Yes, it’s true. This past July 4th, I turned 60! I think that it has taken me these six months to really settle into the idea. I’m 60, damn it! And really, quite proud of it!
So here are some of the things I have realized:
1. When I look in the mirror, I recognize the face of a 60 year old woman, and pretty much, I like her. I’m too chicken to have any “cosmetic” work of any sort. So, the face you see is the face of 60. No filling, plumping, cutting, pulling or stretching. This brings to mind a great scene in the visually magnificent movie Brazil where they fashioned some sort of futuristic face lift on poor Katherine Helmond, pulling the skin with clips fastened around the back of her head. Yikes!
2. There is no substitute for experience! I am surrounded by lovely, beautiful, smart and talented YOUNG women. And I can see the way they look at each other when I say some of the things that “older” people say. They’re thinking “Oh boy, here she goes again, talking about her youth and Viet Nam and Feminism and the lack of passion to make the world a better place, blah blah blah”. I can see it! But I know that life experience can only be gathered by living life. And the more years you got, the more you know. So I feel good about that.
3. Inside I feel the same as I felt at 30. OK OK, I know I don’t look it…but I FEEL it.
(Hey, it was the early 80’s when the shoulders and hair could not get any bigger.)
4. There are few more creaks in the joints, but mostly they work well. As Sally O’Malley said at 50: “I can kick and I can stretch and I can kick some more”
5. I have gained confidence. I really no longer worry about how others may perceive me, or look outside of myself for external validation. I pretty much find it from within these days. And believe me, that took 60 years and my hero Eleanor Roosevelt as my spirit guide!
So, what’s the big deal??? I’ll tell you the big deal…….
I’M RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!!
There is still so much to do and see and create and experience. How am I going to fit it all in?
When I take a cooking class, I want to cook. Patricia Wells changed my life. (More about that in another blog. I cooked in France with her 10 years ago–what a happy memory!)
When I visit a vineyard, I want to grow grapes and make wine.
When I knit, I want to make piles of beautiful knitted pieces.
When I take French Class, I want to learn to speak like the natives (though I could live until 110 and that ain’t gonna happen!)
When I visit a new Museum, I want to paint!
How am I going to fit this all in???
Well, maybe I won’t. But I hope to spend every day I have with the desire and curiosity to continue my adventures in living. I hope you will too!