Happy Birthday to ME!
Today I turn 60 — a momentous occasion to be sure. As part of the Baby Boomer tsunami, I join thousands of other “forever young”-sters as we gracelessly age. It’s been said we boomers face this milestone through a 3-stage process:
1) I’m 60? What the…? Wait a minute — I was just 28 last week!
What happened? Oh, yeah, sure, time flies when you’re having fun, but it wasn’t all fun — or was it? Where did the time go? Okay, I’ve done a lot and travelled a bunch but it just can’t be that I’m 60. How did this happen to ME?
And then I recall what Granny said to me once when she was in her 70s, “The thing is, I still think and feel pretty much the same things I did when I was 19.” Me, too, Granny — but the empirical data confirms that I am now 60. Sheesh…
The numbers sneak up on you. But when you’re a kid, there’s no fooling you: 60-year-olds are old, Old, OLD. They must have ridden dinosaurs back in the day! And yes, I have ancient memories of a time of black & white televisions with rotary dials you had to walk over to change, with “rabbit ear” antennae you might have to hold to get rid of the TV “ghosts.” I remember watching the first American launched into space, and later, the first man to walk on the moon. These days, I’m lucky if I remember where I put my wallet.
3) Yeah, but that’s not me.
To quote the Who, “We’re not going to take it!” I may be 60, but I’ve got another 10, 20, 30, maybe even 40 years left! Hey, I’m just getting STARTED! Hang on for the ride, folks — no stopping now.
Granny also once sent me one of my all-time favorite birthday cards. On the front, it asks, “So, it’s your birthday? So you’re a little older today?” and when you open it up, it says, “So what? So is everybody else!”
Happy Birthday, folks! whenever yours is this year.