Like so many Baby Boomers, my 60th birthday is closing in rapidly, and I think that everyone has moments of reflections at this point. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt angst at these “milestone birthdays”, So far, 30, 40, “the big 50” didn’t bring any sense of trepidation and as I indicated in the last post, growing older doesn’t bother me. Granted, to paraphrase the line from the movie, “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood,” when the “sisters” were looking through an old album, “Oh, to have the thighs I had at 30 and know what I know now.”

Life is a trade-off in most ways. The, “with age comes wisdom” (or more accurately, with age can come wisdom), is a trade-off for the younger body, smooth skin, and greater physical capability. It was the primordial defense against no longer being useful to the tribe, and in many cultures, age is still respected. That entire line of thought, however, is not the point of this post. Perhaps part of why I am comfortable with age is that I know so many wonderfully strong women in their 70s, 80s, and even 90s. In fact, one of these days in a later post, I’ll talk about a couple of those 90+-years olds who are my role models. Anyway, at the moment, I am heavily involved in a project that will last about another week and then I think I will take some time around the house. Between books and other projects, I really feel that I have allowed things to build up and it’s time to get organized again. Now, speaking of sense of trepidation. That’s what hubby tends to experience every time I say, “get organized around the house.”