60.

Wow. Another birthday. A big one.

I remember being in my 20s and I was certain I would not live to see 40. At 40 I didn’t give myself much of a chance to get past my 50s.

And tomorrow I complete my 60th orbit of the sun. I feel pressure to set goals, to make a life change as I step out on the first day of my 61st orbit. I feel like ‘Ok, day one of your 61st year, it’s time to get serious about life.” But, haven’t I been? I don’t think so…

I AM happy that I’m still here but I confess the addition of aches and pains into my day isn’t so welcome. I’m sure exercise and a better diet (and more water, why oh why is it so hard to drink more life giving water?!) will help. I’ll try that.