I've dreaded turning sixty.Yet, just two days in at this new number I've thought, wait a minute. I'm a sexagenarian and that's quite a group to be among. And when your title begins with "sex" I've decided you don't mourn lost youth, you don't drown yourself in expensive creams and lotions until you look like you're coated in Miracle Whip, and you don't run out and get a tattoo. No. When you turn sixty, you make it count.
I've decided to honor this sexy number of 60 by coming up with 60 things I intend to do, sixty little gems for sixty years. Not a "Bucket List" by any means, although I've got one of those hovering around in my head with things like going to Ireland someday and eventually trying horseback riding. This isn't that. This is not about seeking other places and things to enrich my life, it's about me enriching my every day life.
For starters, I've decided that each day I will do something physical even if it is just performing ten reps with my little aqua colored hand weights or giving a dozen good tugs to my lavender colored stretchy band. Not training for a marathon, not going spelunking, not expecting a Barbie body to arrive in the mail. Just something.
Stay tuned, and better yet, won't you fellow sexagenarians join me? Sixty gems for these sixty years. What are yours?