In my twenties, I began to long aloud for my sixtieth birthday. I told friends, roommates, and family members (often with a long, low sigh), “I can’t wait until I turn sixty!” In those arduous years of trying to find myself, friends, a spouse, and a career, I longed for the imagined golden, settled, carefree age of sixty when I could look back and see how my life had turned out.
Thank-you for challenging the societal myth that aging takes instead of gives. Grateful for this thoughtful and encouraging perspective, Afton!
Since I was quite young, I’ve looked forward to 80, the age when I imagined wisdom would happen. I’ll let you know what I find when I arrive!
Great article! I’m 59, also embracing all the gifts!!
So much good stuff here! Thanks all.
No need to rush always. Indulging in the time to appreciate what is here. Smell the flowers, see the birds, praise God for it all!
Judy: Thank you for this wise reminder: “We are each unique individuals with hard won and expanding experience, knowledge, and wisdom. Celebrate that.”