Bad day - huh Donna??? So sorry, but 60 isn't so bad. Really!!!
Actually for me, I just considered it just one day older than 59 and that much closer to retirement. Little did I know that in 2 years I would be forced into disability retirement - not exactly the way I thought it would go. And it was a lousy day ~~~ I spent it on an Amtrak train headed to FL for the memorial service for my brother who had passed away a couple of weeks earlier. If it hadn't been for that, it would have been just another day.
For me, 30 was a real downer. In a crappy marriage and staying there for the sake of the kids, my father had passed away just the month before, and my mother told me I was getting too old to be wearing my hair long. HUH???? Did I listen to her??? - yup - I cut it and have regretted it ever since. Oh those words of wisdom from Mom!!!!!
And 65 - piece of cake. A big sigh of relief that I actually made it that far in spite of the odds against it, and I am officially on "regular" S.S. and Medicare, and I no longer have to pay those pricey insurance premiums that I was socked with when paying thru the COBRA program.
I'll be 69 in April, and that idea isn't bothering me in the least. How will I handle 70 next year if I'm still around??? - I don't have a clue, but I do know that I don't even like the sound of it!
I'm not really worried about any numerical figure at this stage of the game tho - I'm just thankful when I actually get to see the next one. We sure can't change the process, so why fret over it? I just consider myself fortunate that I'm able to get out of bed every morning (tho stiffly and slowly), and can take care of myself (and Myndi), and go where I want and do what I want. As long as I can do that and not depend on others for my needs, then I'm a happy camper.
Take care Donna - things will look better when the flowers bloom and the grass turns green and the birds sing...
at my feet
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