Six Weeks to Sixty: The Day Has Arrived

I have now lived 60 years on this planet!  

It seems like such a long time, and yet it has all gone by so fast.  As I look back, I see the good, the bad, and the ugly, as I look forward, well, one can never be sure what our future may bring.  I have several ice skating buddies who are in their late 70’s and early 80’s who inspire me and encourage me to live life to its fullest. “You will never be younger than you are today,” they often say.  Part of the impetus for the Six Months to Sixty Campaign was my desire to follow their advice and not defer doing the things that will lead me to living life to its fullest.

This year I wanted my birthday to be special.  When I got to the kitchen in the morning, I saw that Roger had left a card for me.   I stood, holding the card, thinking of the care he takes finding the right cards for the people he loves, and how he makes a point, no matter what happens, to show me he loves me, each and every day.  I realized how special it is to share life in this way.

Brooke called, and as I listened to her sharing the latest goings on in her life, I was again flooded with love.  I’ve raised a  young woman who is doing a good job of adulting.  My heart soars with each achievement, especially those she accomplishes on her own.  I had been reluctant to have a family, and was a bit late to the game, but am so grateful I did and so grateful to have shared the adventure with Brooke.  I am so deeply grateful to have the experience of being a mother. (I know I said grateful way too many times just then)

Friends called throughout the day, and well wishers posted greetings on Facebook and Instagram.  I feel blessed by all of the positive energy from friends and acquaintances.  I am blessed to have so many nice people in my life.

I realized that no matter what else happened that day, or for the days to come, I have deeply experienced love.  I’ve found peace, I feel whole.

I realized that after years and years of self doubt and feeling as though there was something terribly wrong with me, I have learned to love and accept myself.  I feel “complete”.  I have my short comings, and bad days, but I feel at peace.  I am no longer “broken”.   The past is behind and the future is yet to be.

By dinner, I felt as if I were floating in a bubble.  Roger felt it too.  He and I  talk about what we call “the bubble” a lot.  The bubble seems to appear when we are in alignment with our best selves.  It feels peaceful and joyful in the bubble, and the best part of it is that often we share it together.  Stress, anger, negativity, and frustration evaporate.  We are present and able to appreciate the moment and the beauty of being able to share it together. 

One of the things that has hit me hardest about turning sixty, is the reality that what I am experiencing right now won’t last forever.  We’re getting older.  Things happen.  I know that things can happen at any age, but I guess this time is so special, I want to hold on to it.  I want to be in the bubble more and for longer.  

Which leads me back around to Six Months to Sixty and what, if you’ve followed along, we’ve done so far.  My purpose in putting the series together is about crafting our own unique blueprints for what we want to add or change so we can live our best lives.  We’ve talked about mindset, putting the past behind, and we will talk about more as we go along.  

While I am receiving some lovely gifts, being in “the bubble” and soaking in love and good wishes from family and friends was an experience that made my birthday forever memorable.

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