I hated turning sixty. It felt like I had no wear to go but down. Gravity was winning against the forces of my body.

I dribbled when I peed and had fears of smelling like a bad nursing home.

Now I'm 77 and I can safely say THIS is the best time in my life.

I don't have to climb the ladder; I've gone as far as I could go. I don't go to "social events" to network, which I always hated. I won't sit through any meeting that is going no where.

Time is urgent. I don't have any to waste. So I've cut out all the things that aren't meaningful, including some "friends" I don't seem to need any more.

So, I think you should celebrate this birthday and everyone going forward. It gets you closer to "I don't give a fuck what people think."

Loren