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 60^th 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.