As I turn 60

-4Im still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that several of my friends turned 60 last year. 

At birthday parties large and small, they raised their glasses to six eventful decades. Some recalled pivotal moments and milestones of our youth: Kennedys assassination … the Beatles American debut on The Ed Sullivan Show… Neil Armstrongs first step on the moon. Others joked about wrinkles and hair loss, yet also expressed sincere gratitude for the hard-won gifts of maturity.

Even harder to digest is the fact that I will turn 60 next month. For starters, I don’t feel much different than I did when I turned 30. Aside from the lower back pain that underscores a long day of gardening, I’d have to say I’m in better shape — physically and emotionally — than I was 12 years ago following bilateral hip replacement surgery.

Regardless, like Janus, the two-faced Roman god of beginnings and endings, Im reflecting on what I’ve learned from past mistakes while mapping a nebulous future. I’m reconsidering what it means to grow up and grow old. Ready or not, Ive arrived at the doorstep of seniority.

Wearing it well

Along the way it occurs to me that ageism isn’t going away without a fight. At 60, were more likely to see our peers represented in Viagra commercials than cast as romantic leads in a TV series. Fashion editors overlook us. Teenagers dismiss us. And even if we manage to keep pace with technological changes, we still work twice as hard to stay visible in our professions. Sixty is the new old.

Yet weve earned some real advantages too. Weve achieved goals and survived crises we couldnt have imagined in our twenties. Our bank of experience is so much richer now.

“One of the useful things about age is realizing that conventional wisdom is often inertia with a candy coating of conformity,” writes Anna Quindlen in her midlife memoir, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake (Random House).

My 60-year-old friends would agree. Conducting an informal poll, I asked a dozen older folks I admire to list the biggest perks or benefits of maturing. Not surprisingly, I got several versions of the phrase: “Ive stopped caring what other people think of me.”

For instance, a woman whod been fretting over dressing appropriately for her age said she finally decided to ignore the fashion police and wear what she loves. Her purple nail polish and cowboy boots wouldnt work on just anyone — regardless of age — but isnt that the charm of authentic, original style? I admire how my friends wardrobe matches her damn-the-torpedoes attitude. She isn’t wearing her age the way my grandmother did.

Likewise, I was impressed at how many 60-year-olds said they dont lie about their age. They own it. After all, fibbing about something as fundamental as your birth year only makes you appear vain or deceitful, not younger. The absolute-coolest human beings I know have stopped trying to hide who they are.

Taking no prisoners

Age seems to have blurred our stubborn edges, too. Or maybe its just that were tired of playing small. By the time we hit 60, weve endured enough heartache and buried enough loved ones to know that nursing crusty old grudges (or regrets) is a waste of precious time.

Maturity enables us to accept apologies and admit when weve been wrong or controlling or foolish. Maturity is expansive. It teaches us that forgiving others — and ourselves — clears the path to inner peace. We can’t be right all the time, just as surely as we can’t please everyone.

That said, we’ve earned enough self-respect to realize we don’t have to endure abuse, neglect, duplicity, rudeness, and other “less than” treatment from friends, family, or business associates. We’ve discovered, as Ann Landers once pointed out, that nobody can take advantage of us without our permission.

We’ve learned that every strong relationship is a gift and a privilege — and should be treated as such. We know that real grown-ups look for opportunities to reciprocate a favor or pay it forward. We know that good fortune — in our careers and in our relationships — doesn’t go half as far as sheer effort, and that taking anything wonderful for granted is the first step toward losing it.

Watching my fifties vanish in the rear-view mirror, Im still struggling with what it means to age “gracefully.” One pal tells me its a matter of knowing when to quit, but that sounds like another euphemism for giving up. Its too passive. Then again, unless youre Mick Jagger or Tina Turner, its probably wise to have at least one alternative career plan. The way I see it, as long as you’re sincerely committed to the passion that fires you up in the morning, whether you’re talking animal rights or landscape design, well, it’s all up for grabs.

My 60-year-old pals and I are just gearing up for the next part of this crazy ride. So far, it looks like were seizing the next decade with moxie — and grace has taken a back seat. Im actually looking forward to this.

This is a revised version of a shorter essay originally published in the January 2014 issue of Michigan Prime. The top photo of Doug and me (at a Boys & Girls Club fundraiser last year) was taken by our old buddy, John Schultz.  

8 thoughts on “As I turn 60

  1. Sixty may be the new old but I call it a time of still being young for that age. Now I am looking forward to 80 next year. I’ll say that is the new old!!!

  2. Welcome to the Seventh Decade. It only gets better. Last night I had dinner with a couple of friends who are in their Eighth Decade and we explained to the daughter of one, who is just hitting 50, what incredible freedom comes from that “I don’t give a shit” attitude that is one of the welcome parts of aging.

  3. Jane — It’s SO freeing, isn’t it? I spent the first three decades worrying about pleasing people, trying to conform to the norm, bending over backwards to meet impossibly high expectations, and/or feeling bad if I offended someone when I didn’t mean to. Isn’t it wonderful to stop giving a shit? 🙂 LOL

  4. I love this! Maturity, unlike actual aging, can come and go. I reserve the right to laugh and make a fool of myself anywhere I want. It will happen anyway, so why not embrace it?
    My dad used to quote his grandmother’s words “Too soon old, too late schmart”(Her German pronunciation). Positive aspects of being north of 60 include grandchildren and senior citizen discounts.
    Although I’m no quitter, I’ve learned the value of re-examining the wisdom of certain activities. Anything involving a ladder is probably unwise. Jumping on the bed is no longer fun. Trust me.

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