Pushing back at pushing 60

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I’ve never been hung up on getting older. I’ve celebrated each milestone birthday and embraced the new decade.

At 30, I was getting a divorce after the demise of my youthful brief starter marriage. My friend threw me a party and invited men who were competing for my affection. At 40 I was remarried and took a cruise we couldn’t afford. At 50 – divorced again, but newly partnered – we spent a weekend at a winery. For my partner’s 60th we went to Roatan, Honduras, so he could enjoy the passion of his youth – scuba diving.

In less than three years, I will be 60. Double the age of that stupid 30-year-old. My go-to cocktail is still bourbon and Diet Coke, but hopefully I’m wiser. With experience, and financial stability, my life has more promise now than it did then.

When it occurred to me that I’m only three years from entering my 60s, it was a wakeup call, and I sprang to action. I put together a plan to improve my health (the subject of another blog someday), and a financial strategy to be virtually debt-free by the time I hit the big 6-0. I will let you know in three years if it worked.

I want my “golden years” to be truly golden. My goal is to make sure the last decades of my life will be the best.

I’m back

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I’m back.

I can’t believe it’s been five years since I have posted to this blog. So much has happened – Mom went to a nursing home, then another. There was a pandemic. I telecommuted for two years, then had to go back to the office two days a week. Mom died in November 2022. So much angst, stress and change. So many thoughts rattling around in my head begging to escape.

So here I am. The blog has a new name and tagline. I no longer kill spiders. I’m no longer middle aged. I’m exhausted and seeking inspiration.

As I speed toward age 60, I’m finding a new perspective, and looking for new purpose.

So here I am, back again, giving the voices in my head expression.