I spent some time a few weeks ago in the company of relatives, the vast majority of whom are older than I am. I had a blast -- lots of laughter, good food and a few good games of Scrabble.
Looking around me, realizing I was the "baby" in the group, left me wondering why I'm so hung up on the thought of turning 60. OK, the wrinkles and the spare tire are still a bummer, but it's not as if turning 60 means life will suddenly become, well, limited.
I think I'm finally beginning to believe that. I even find myself glancing at course descriptions for online classes.
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