In (almost) literally two months I will be sixty. It's been on my mind for the last few months and whenever I look at my profile and see the words "fifty something" the thought in mind has been "not for long." I've been drifting into the harbor of sixty slowly, but it seems the boat is now moving faster, a little too fast for my liking, to the pier. Last week in Montana K was sweet and generous for my birthday -- and what a lovely time celebrating together -- and I just spoke to my high school friend, Sue, who will be coming to visit in two weeks for my birthday.
Sixty -- or the thought of sixty -- makes me nervous. I feel age and its potential limitations looming before me and all of my free floating worry springs up. Of course nothing changes immediately at sixty, as nothing changed immediately at thirty or forty or fifty. But somehow it seems more monumental than the previous major birthdays. The upbeat Buttercup part of me pushes the anxiety away to focus on the time of fun and celebration with those who are dear to me. But the Stinkweed part is intruding, pushing anxious thoughts into my mind too often.
I could use any advice, dear friends, that you can offer. How was it to turn 60? Any tips for transitioning to a new decade? I'd like your thoughts as well on retirement, career, looking for a new job. As the song said "I get by with a little help from my friends," and it's as true now as when we were young.