Before I turned 60, I had moments of dread unlike any big birthday before. The others had a fun factor — at 50, the jokes were about reaching the half-decade mark. At 55, I was double nickels. The only “joke” about turning 60 was my proximity to declining health. Not funny at all.
But, as I discovered, turning 60 is a huge milestone — one to be embraced. It’s the beginning of a decade informed by wisdom, self-acceptance, love for family and friends, and best of all, great discounts that make me proud to be my age.
