As a full fledged senior citizen now at 62, 60 never bothered me at all. It's just a number. I'm only one day older than I was yesterday after all. Of course, I never have even admitted to being middle aged yet, so that might be why. The birthday that really got me down and made me cry for days was my 25th one. I have no reason why.
Now, I don't really pay attention to birthdays. Just try to take my life one day at a time and enjoy it as much as possible. I love the small things like sunshine coming through my window and warming my shoulders, or the cat babies I have now. When I start to worry, I play Scarlet O'Hara and promise to worry about it tomorrow!!! Then put it off!!!![]()
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