I find the concept very confusing. I look in the mirror and know that I’m 60. But I don’t feel it.
Allow me to explain. First the part that I understand.
I’ve been blessed with a wonderful life that includes an amazing wife of 34 years, a remarkable family plus a glorious list of long time, trusted friends. I’m in good health and mostly sound of mind.
But I’m wondering today what ‘being 60’ is supposed to be. I grew up in an era that dictated “you can’t trust anyone over 30” so I knew when I turned 30 that I couldn’t trust myself. When I turned 40 my waistline taught me that the Roman Numerals for 40 are XL. 50 was a blur.
But 60? What is it?
I have so many questions.
Does my favourite tv channel now automatically become the Weather Network? Why do I see all my favourite childhood toys selling for huge dollars on Ebay? How has the word ‘spry’ crept into my vocabulary?
Ever so many questions.
Do my pants start to creep upwards daily so that I’ll ultimately look like a pair of pants with a head? When my phone rings at 9:00 p.m. are people going to start the conversation by asking “did I wake you?”. When do I begin driving under the speed limit because, well, I don’t have anywhere to be that fast?
Are my secrets now truly safe with my friends because they can’t remember them either? Do I need to start an exercise program so that I can remember what heavy breathing sounded like? Am I now obligated to have supper at 4:00 pm?
There is no manual for this. There is no Cole’s Notes or cheat sheets or even some heavily funded government document that answers these questions. There’s nothing that tells you what being 60 is supposed to be.
At 60 the government has started paying me to stay home. I fooled them. I’m not staying home. I’m on the way out the door right now or at least as soon as I can find my glasses and car keys and double-check my phone to see where the heck I’m supposed to be. Which reminds me. Why is my phone now my calendar?
And because there is no information on what it’s like to be 60, it appears that the duty has fallen to me to define it. Somebody totally ditched their obligation to society and this is now in my hands. Not the best decision whoever you are. So here’s my plan. I’m converting to Celsius. 60 is 16 Celsius.
So yes, today is my birthday. My 16th birthday.