When my mom turned fifty. I was twelve. I thought she was really ancient. In a few days, I will be celebrating my sixtieth birthday. I was wrong. Fifty is not that old after all.I have been thinking about the significance of this birthday// What makes it different from all of my other birthdays?
Well, for one thing, I am letting myself eat junk food my entire birthday week. All the cookies, cake, chips and ice cream I want. When the week is over, it will be back to salad and fruit. Until then, I am having a great time.
On my fiftieth birthday, I told a friend how much I disliked turning fifty. It seemed so old. She said fifty was a great age to be. She said that I should embrace it and be happy. I didn't appreciate her words then, but I do now.
That's what's different for me about turning sixty. I will embrace it. I will be happy. I want to have fun. I want to laugh. I have always been afraid of embarrassing myself. I finally understand that life is too short to worry about what other people think. As long as I know that I am doing the best I can, that's all that matters. During her Believe Concert Cher said, "It's really fun to be old and stupid." She was right. Living in a facility will always suck. As long as I have people in my life who make me laugh and allow me to be silly sometimes, I think I will be okay.
The best gift anyone can give me is to visit me. I get very lonely here. Having visitors on my birthday would mean a lot to me.
This birthday is about being positive. It's about looking forward. It's about being hopeful.
My sixtieth birthday is going to be awesome. I cannot wait!!
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