Growing Old Gracefully
It is fast approaching that time when I celebrate another year on the planet, another notch on the stick, another tick in the book. It's not a particularly memorable one this year, and in the last 12 months I decided that I wouldn't have a numeric birthday and would just spend a period of 24 months calling myself " approaching 60". I don't have a problem with the big milestone birthdays. I think they are a great opportunity for looking back and celebrating achievements and events, and looking forward ready to launch oneself off into a new decade. Thanks to my partner, my 50th was incredibly memorable, and I hereby publicly excuse him from any responsibility for making my 60th even more so. (I think a 60th deserves warm seas, sunshine, and relaxation - think that might be regarded as a hint). I will certainly find a way of celebrating such a milestone with my friends and those dear to me. My 40th, which I suppose is the first real big mileston...