Monday, March 30, 2009

Getting Close to Sixty Can Be Scary


I was getting close to sixty. It was scary. Things in my life weren't as they should be. Damn. Only a few years until retirement. No money saved. Been supporting myself on a little-more-than minium wage salary for sixteen years and seemed like I was getting no where.

It was time to make a decision. Do I slow down and try to recoup all the things I should have been doing? Or do I speed up and take things as they come...

After much consideration (and a strong dose of Prozac), I decided that the only thing I could do is speed up. Slowing down would probably get me no where and I wanted to take risks.

I had always been the "good" girl. Taking care of parents, when needed. Raising my children properly (in the church). Having friends and trying to be honest and reliable. "Being there" when needed.

Well, in my late 40's and my 50's I finally sowed some wild oats and had all the fun I had missed being married young (as was fashionable in my age-group). I drank, danced, swore, stayed out late and suffered hang overs on a regular basis. I had a huge group of friends all at least 20 years younger than me and we partied, partied, partied. Do I regret that? NEVER

I think I finally outgrew that part of my life when I reached sixty. Now I am starting a blog to tell folks how I feel about turning sixty and what it means. It will be a silly blog with some daily and not so daily retributions of what has been given to me and what I have given back at this age.

This is just the introduction to Speeding at Sixty. Hang on ... because there's lots more!!!!

1 comment:

  1. Where was this picture taken? You look much warmer than in the X-mas tree picture. =)

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