“Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.” — Betty Frieden
During a recent conversation with one of my sons, it was pointed out to me that I’m pushing 60. “Pushing 60? I’m 58,” I reminded him. “That’s right. And 58 is pushing 60,” he said. Pushing 60. I had to let that sink in for a minute. Yes, I’m well aware that 58 is a mere two years away from 60, and technically that does qualify as “pushing 60”, but prior to his comment, 58 might as well have been a half century away from 60.
It’s not that I’m afraid of 60, or even dreading it. I mean, how different am I going to be in two years — when I turn 60? I know a lot can happen in two years, but I also know that in the last 15 or 20 years I’ve actually appreciated rather than depreciated (at least in my mind). Aside from the fact that my boobs aren’t near as perky, I’m truthfully in the best shape of my whole entire life and stronger than ever. Keep in mind that I can hold plank on my hands for seven minutes (that’s right, SEVEN MINUTES) and my handstands are becoming something for this old broad to brag about.
And that’s not the only good part. I’m much wiser and more confident in what I want and don’t want out of life. And I don’t spend an inordinate amount of time dwelling on things that aren’t important. With the exception of miniskirts and other outfits that aren’t age appropriate, assume that if you hear me saying, “I’m too old for that,” what I really mean is, “I’m not going to waste my time on that.” Because time truly is of the essence — even if you’re not pushing 60.
Don’t get me wrong — knowing that I’m pushing 60 doesn’t make me feel rushed about accomplishing things I want to accomplish. Nor do I view 60 as some sort of deadline that if I haven’t done it by then, it’s not going to happen. But knowing that it’s looming does serve as a reminder that while I still have ample opportunity to do things I want to do, I must be mindful not to let that time slip through my fingers by becoming complacent. It’s so easy to get caught up in things that seem important at the time (checking Facebook, watching Netflix), but in reality pull us away from what matters most.
So, yes, I am pushing 60. And in 10 more years, I’ll be pushing 70. But I’m still pushing forward. And still handstanding and still planking. And still trying really hard to constantly improve myself and do more things. Pushing 60 really isn’t so bad. It’s a heck of a lot better than than pushing up daisies.