Yesterday, I crossed the dreaded rubicon that many baby boomers are facing this year. I had my 60th birthday.
For the past year, I would allow myself moments where I felt beguiled by the fact that in 10 years I will be 70, an age when the serious senior citizen discounts kick-in.
I've tried to give serious thought to how I want to spend the next chapter of my life. And, part of that effort forced me to take a close look at where I want to concentrate my energies. I'll talk more about that part later.
But, here's the skinny about turning 60. It's good. It's really no different than before. I don't pee more during the middle of the night. My right ankle and left knee can hurt, but it has done that for several years. Nobody has offered to take my arm while going down steps because I look so old.
The rubicon that I crossed was mental and I know it involves how I see myself.
Helping to soften that landing to the next decade were some very special people: