I’ve been thinking some more about turning 60.
Since I reached the ripe old age, I wonder where that expression came from, of 60 a couple of months ago, I have been feeling my age. And no, my body suddenly hasn’t fallen apart, at least not yet but the way I think about myself has certainly changed.
I’m in my sixties so I must be old. And old in the American society is not a good thing. I began to doubt whether I could still communicate with younger people and be taken seriously, but let’s face it, many of them at times, like my teenage daughter, didn’t take me seriously before I turned 60. I thought maybe I might need to reconsider how I dressed and the expressions I use in conversation. And that big bald spot on the top of my head. I had passed on Grecian formula when my hair turned gray but maybe I shouldn’t have passed on the hair regeneration treatments.