My God, my 60th birthday's barreling down faster than Usain Bolt in Rio. There's less than one month to go and I'm feeling a funny brew. There's definitely a 'Holy-sh*t, how did I get here?' vibe. After all, I was 25 a week ago.
Though I do feel slightly panicked when I look in the mirror and see one more wrinkle and one less eyebrow hair, I look at the rest of my life and feel a sense of contentment.
Is 60 really the new 40? In many ways yes, but if given a choice, for me, I'm thinking of embracing the sixties with open arms and I'm excited to make it the best decade of my life.
Sixty is not the new fifty. Sixty is what it is: beyond middle-age. I'm not saying this to be mean. It's just that my friends here in the Baby Boom Generation don't want to talk about it. Sixty is hard to accept. So are the AARP envelopes that go in the trash unopened. Heck, we have concerts to go to. We have skiing to do. We have online classes to take.
Scientists from Conservation International's Rapid Assessment Programme find a treasure trove of new and rare species including cocoa frog and lilliputian beetle in pristine forests and mountains.
While the young girls hover around their computers and cellphones, posting the day's activities on Facebook and Skyping with friends back home, we older ladies sit on the deck, sipping margaritas looking up at the sky. We know there will be plenty of time later to look at our photos.
I am sitting here trying to absorb the fact that today I turned 60-years-old. It's kind of odd and strange to think about it.
Ellen Barkin has always been one of my favorite actresses and I always thought of her as a pretty cool woman, so it was really surprising to read about her fashion don'ts after 50.
When love comes into your life, and you feel it in your bones, nurture it and cultivate it, because it is something we all long for, and we want it at every age.