Today I turn sixty. How did I manage to live this long when it all seems to be a blur that spun me around so quickly I’m dizzy? I don’t feel sixty. I keep telling myself the number doesn’t matter. It only matters if I allow it to matter. I do know this birthday more than any other thus far reminds me that I am no longer middle-aged. I don’t know what I am, but more than half my life is over. Maudlin thought? Perhaps it could be. I’ve decided to use it as a motivator. I spent far too many moments and hours in worry, angst, and distress during the first six decades of my life. Sometimes they overrode the extreme magic also occurring.
No more of that. Now it’s onto the magical part and time to leave the crap behind. So I begin by sharing this post I…
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P.C. ZICK 
8 responses to “Happy Sixty to Me”
Hey girl, 60 is the new 40. Have a great day!
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That’s what I’m hoping, Darlene! I had a wonderful day of pampering myself and then a romantic dinner with my favorite guy. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
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hApPy SiXtIeTh BiRtHdAy, Pc!! You look 45. Hope that helps!! 🙂
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Ha! Thanks for that, but I insist on cheesecloth over the lens on all cameras.
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Yay for you, Patricia. When my hair went white (oh, so young!) I decided to make the best of just being me. But I do like my old photos best. Good luck in the coming year!
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Thank you, Carol. It was the best birthday ever.
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I saw your post a bit late but happy belated birthday and have a good holiday season
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Thank you. I wish the same for you.
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