Why I’m fine with 59

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“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number ” has never been my favorite quote of the day. For me, age is a virtual big box filled with a collection of dreams, memories, aches, pains, laughter, hope, and sometimes regret.

Favorite ages of mine have included thus far: 18, 21, 28, 31, 54 and 55, times of life that were transformative for me.

So why am I fine with 59? Four months into my 59th year, life is easy, calm, and centered with a steady rhythm that I like. I’ve achieved no monumental milestones but I’ve felt the first stirrings of wisdom. I’m a long way from hanging out the wisdom shingle but I have caught glimpses of a more measured, thoughtful approach to life.

At 59, I’ve also wrestled with a love/hate relationship with my body. Along with the rich gifts of our Earthly lives, the universe also offered up a humorous helping of gravity. Some mornings I look in the mirror and I swear my body rearranged itself (heading south) while I slept. Sometimes sleep wrinkles are simply wrinkles in temporary disguise.

This is the year I’m learning to love the skin I’m in. I’ve flirted with anti-aging regimens, vitamins, supplements, and researched the cost of rejuvenation. I talk about nutrition, diet, exercise and sleep in my serious voice. The quote “the days are long but the years are short”? Truth.  I’ve always subscribed to the Be Here Now approach to life but now, more than ever, I check myself when my mind strays from the present moment. Breathing is easier. Meditation is a must.

To be honest, staring down the barrel of 60 sometimes feels like a scratchy, irritating clothing tag that I want to rip off. Some days though the thought of turning 60 is something I can get behind. I think I’ll be grateful, curious, and still reaching for the stars. My 50s have exceeded my wildest expectations; highs and lows with a liberal dose of unforgettable moments.

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